The Feast

The Feast The vines are deep green no budding grapes yet, that will start life as small verdant glass pearls slowing turning dark red and sweet as generation before; the essence, of sun, rain and rust red soil and caring hands. And when the pig is taken out of its stay and slaughtered in November, there will much wine drunk and the delicious aroma of roast pork will be a part of memories of families sat on a long table in the yard and dogs with full stomach will love humanity for all time. The sow left behind piglets and one of them will be the chosen one, so the tradition can continue into the future.