Pie



Our farm, we have learned, is abundant with fruit.

We didn't know it then, but we sure know it now.

It is likely the reason there are bears around here.

We have thousands of Saskatoon bushes.

Half that of choke cherry and as far as I can tell

half that of wild raspberry and strawberry.

 

 

I was so busy getting settled inside the home

that I was late in getting to the Saskatoon berries.

That and the mosquitoes and horseflies kept me

from picking them on time.

Still, there were very many that weren't over ripe.

Paul even helped and did the lions share of the picking.

So I made pie. Saskatoon pie.

Paul was so excited.

He loves pie!

My Grandfather always told me

"Your Grandma makes the best pie crust. Use her recipe."

And so I do. It works out every time.

And our neighbor across the road had an abundance of rhubarb.

Paul went down and picked that for me as well.

Lots and lots of rhubarb. Enough for pies and jam and maple stewed.

 



And when the pies were cooling on the counter

with the sweet aroma filling the air,

my dear Paul was circling them like a shark.

 

Turns out since he picked most of the berries, he got to have the pie

all to himself.

Saskatoon pie does not appeal to me so

I didn't even try it.

And Athena tried it and politely said

"Not my favorite."

 

But the rhubarb pie... that is another story!