a pie "thief"

bird and some punkins

we grew pumpkins on the farm this summer.
it really was a joint effort
verses like the little-red hens-bread story.

my nephew hooked up the tiller to the tractor.
brown-eyed-handsome man tilled the garden.
i raked the weeds and bought the seeds.
sister-bird and i planted the seeds.
dad watered the seeds...
kind of.
he used more force than necessary 
so the seeds washed out.
repeatedly.
sigh
so sister bird and i replanted the
pumpkin seeds repeatedly.
eventually some "took"
and plants began to grow.

eureka!!!

dad watered them until 
bird and her retired-hunter-hubby
lived at the farm this summer.
then she became the official weeder and 
waterer.  

now that it's fall the harvest has begun.
recently dad and i picked a few pumpkins.
this last thursday i baked one at the farm
and then made 2 pies with it. 

friday dad had a luncheon at the church
and i suggested he go and take a pie.
" why should i share my pies?" 
he asked. 

silly man.
but..
he did go and he did share a pie.
it was a big hit.

imagine my amazement though  
on saturday when several of those 
luncheon attenders told me about the pie 
my dad made and shared with them all!

WHAT!!!
dad made the pie? 

i suggested to one sweet lady she 
ask dad for his recipe.
eventually i understood
dad indicated he grew
the pumpkin but left the 
rest up to others imagination.