Kickin' back, musing, observing, and gathering inspiration from the hills of East Tennessee.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
A couple of evenings ago, we went cherry picking at a neighbor's place. Got cherries enough for a pie and some to freeze. I spent all day yesterday making that pie. I'm not good at making pie dough, as you can see from these pics. My husband, who has mountains of patience compared to me, helped to piece the top together when it fell all apart. I had about given up. In spite of its appearance, the pie tastes delicious!
Rabbits cookin' coffee -- that's what the locals call it. But here in this little hollow in East Tennessee, when the hills surrender their misty hostage to reveal the stalwart cedars growing by the stream in our pasture, I know there is no place on earth I would rather be. The welcome mat is out! Come and sit on the porch and chat with me awhile!