Last Saturday was Sewing Day again. I had told myself sometime during the summer that whenever I was going to Sewing Day, I would bake a pie. A labor of love, a gift of love, for those I love. But for various reasons, I did not have a pie to take with me this time.
First, Mr. Pat and I had spent an inordinate amount of time working on the rental house which, by the way, was ready for the new tenants by 5 PM on Friday. Yay! And thanks be to God!
Second, I had previously made plans with Linda and Mary to go to Hello, Dolly, playing at the Lincoln Community Playhouse Friday night.
Third, I was not interested in getting up early Saturday morning to bake a pie before going to Sewing Day … especially since I had gotten up at 5 AM the previous day to finish installing flooring so others could do their work after me.
Instead, I declared Saturday a Non-Sewing Day. Instead of taking my sewing project to work on, I would take my pie-baking equipment, utensils, and ingredients for baking an apple pie. I don’t bake apple pies as often as I used to. Partly because apples take forever to peel, core, and slice by hand. And I’m not sure where my Pampered Chef peeler-corer-slicer is. But mostly it’s because it always seems that I’m short on baking time before I need to do the next thing.
But Joe had given me some apples from his trees. So it was decided. I would bake an apple pie while the others worked on their projects. Or so I thought. Instead, I had helpers!
Rexton, soon to be two-years-old, was my first helper. Spying one of his favorite fruits, he was right there beside me at the sink. Helping. Telling me all the words he’s been learning. “Apple!” “Please?” And “thank you” with a precious grin. Sometimes the end piece of a quartered apple is “just too small” to go into the pie, don’t you agree?
Both of my aunts helped too … Audrey with the first 5 cups, and Wanda once we realized we needed 1 more cup. It was a great Non-Sewing Day. And it might have been the best apple pie ever. Because of all of the givers and laborers of love, of course.
Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat