Today I love dreaming of pie and contemplating what pie I might make next. I love that there are so many to choose from, angel pie and glory pie, fruit pie and cream pie, two crust beauties and crumb topped and meringue crested mountains of wonder and flavor. I love that I have so many recipes for pie and even an entire “Company’s Coming” pie recipe book that deals with nothing but pies, crusts, fillings, and toppings. I love that I have made a lot of pies in my life and they have always been either a great pie or a good lesson, and sometimes they’ve been both. I love that there are people I respect who enjoy the pies I make, aunt Helen and aunt Liz are the top two on that list, but they do not complete the list by themselves. I love that though I have a seemingly endless list of things I’d like to get done today, I still am hopeful that I might manage to make a pie before the day is done. I love that pies never last as long as the appreciation for them does. I love how well pies go with everything. I love savory pies as well, but have this one problem with them, it’s a bit too much to have pie for dessert if you had pie for a meal, but then … that’s what cakes are for, right?
Today I love working away steadily on the various projects that I have going on around the house here. I love that some of them are getting close to being done, but so many of those are actually sub-projects of the big renovation project and though I feel some excitement at completing them, they serve to remind me that I have more to do. I love that just when I get feeling a little down about not yet being finished with the big project, I remember that I’m not finished and that means I’m still useful and needed and that I get to keep going.
Today I love all the things that are blooming here, I love that on our walk last night we saw magnolia buds getting ready to explode into giant saucers of soft, lush color. I love that our daffodils are waving cheerily out in the back yard. I love that the lawn is thick with biodiversity and hasn’t been sprayed as long as it has been ours and will not ever be sprayed as long as it is our yard. I love that we feel it is likely safe to eat the dandelion leaves out there now, and as anyone knows, salad tastes best if you hunt and kill it yourself.
Today I love sipping my coffee while I browse through pie recipes and dream of pies to come, May the fourth be with you all until Cinco de Mayo and may you celebrate until these days are ended by the Sixth.