A Matter of Pie

Sweetness between crusts,
Conversations with friends make
A slice of heaven.

1996. My belly was huge with the impending birth of my daughter. I moaned that I wouldn’t have any room for pie after Thanksgiving dinner. Hmmm…solution? Pie for breakfast. Thus began a tradition of inviting nears and dears over for pie, conversation and coffee, tea, cider or cocoa.

Right this minute, I am sitting outside. It is just before eight am. The pies are baked. My daughter is just waking. The first guest has not arrived. It is the moment before the first bite.

Have a wonderful day filled with love and blessings that making being alive so extraordinary.