When I was a kid, I hated doing farm chores. They were the same every day, and they took time away from the things I really wanted to be doing, a.k.a., reading books and daydreaming.
Now, I love the days when I get to do chores. The simple repetition, the ritual of caring for the animals, the rhythm of their seasons and cycles; there is something almost liturgical about it.
I love how every day baby is excited to see the pigs. She just points at them and get excited over their pigness.

It is good that there are such things as pigs.
