Dewberry Pie

I look at all the ivory colored flowers in my berry patch and smell a home-made dewberry pie.

An offer to make it comes from one of the best pie persons in Fayetteville.

All she needs is enough of this blackberry-like fruit: a quart will do.

Of course I can’t divulge who it is. I don’t want to show favoritism within the ranks of the many great pie makers here.

But optimism for the current crop of dewberries is well founded. We have had an unusually wet winter to maximize growth. And an air force of dutiful honey bees is already flying through just-in-time.

Whatever I don’t leave for the birds – and I do share with them – my depleted freezer supply will be restocked with vintage 2015. And yes, a quart will be gladly given to the baker too.

To think that I didn’t plant any of this: it is just there, continually growing and expanding.