My grandmother was a great pie maker. A wonderful pie maker. She had a way with crust….flakey and tender. Always. I think it was her innate patience. This she applied to almost everything she did. She was a keen and patient observer, a contemplated thinker on almost all issues, and seemed to take delight in the ability to pause…..to take notice, to savor, to consider. Me, being a bit more rambunctious in nature, took years ( too many!) to master even a bit of this approach to life. I’m still working on it. This morning I baked a rhubarb pie. My grandmother’s recipe, along with her crust instructions. I did this in the wee hours, quietly, and with as much patience as I could muster…..thinking of her. Have a lovely, slow, and blissful day all!