When my head is spinning from all that needs to get done, when I can't seem to turn my mind off long enough to sleep, when it feels like I'm never in one place long enough, I have to go back to pie.
As I sat there feeling sorry for myself, I noticed that the bushes lining the trail were wild blackberry bushes overflowing with fresh berries. I plucked one and was instantly transported to a memory of picking blackberries and raspberries in my grandmother's backyard.
Onward and upward and all things pie. I'm perfecting crusts and crumbles and everything in between and someday... well, who knows... let's just say I'm taking this adventure one pie at a time.
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