Pies in My Eyes

Many pies have come and gone. In the past three weeks my kitchen table has seen probably thirty pies. Most of them have been wrapped securely and carried out the door, but a few have stayed to be enjoyed by us.

Today, after my girls climbed on the school bus, I put on a pot of coffee (decaf, of course), and began the task of peeling and slicing apples. Bethany arrived soon after I started, and we proceeded to mix and assemble pies. There were apple pies (of course), elderberry pies, blueberry pies, and even a couple of peach pies. Most of it went along with no trouble, but I did manage to burn a pot of elderberry filling. At the end of the day I had two pumpkin pies wafting their goodness through my house. One is still here, purchased by Ben and Hannah. I hope they'll share a piece...

I must admit I scarcely feel as though I really completed any pie making today. It must have been the house full of "foliage" that kept me slightly distracted. There were squabbles to be settled, snacks to be distributed, noses to be wiped, and a bottle to be held. While Bethany took Ben to his class I fed little "flowers" their lunch, changed a diaper or two, read a couple of stories, and kissed a few foreheads. Everyone got a nap today except for my "sleepless one." His mother came and took him out of bed and home for a nap instead. Bethany really did most of the work. She rolled every pie crust and put together every pie. She is a master pie maker. I wonder where she got it?