Patty's Pie

My friend Gretchen rang to say she thought she found some Morels growing on her farm & that I should take them. I drove for 30 minutes through winding hills, over covered bridges and arrived. When we went into the house to get them out of the fridge there was a pie, fresh from the oven, sitting on the counter. "My mother-in-law makes a mean pie." They offered me pie. Strawberry rhubarb. The juice flossed the plate, bright scarlet. The pastry was perfectly flaky. It was good. They gave me another slice. Everyone had pie. And then it was gone in 10 minutes flat. Party is making another one.
Pie, mushrooms, and a beautiful drive. A perfect day.