Pie in the Sky
When storms freeze the fruit, imagination sweetens the loss.
Haiku
All the nectarines
Froze after the last wind storm
Peach pie in the sky
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Old timers in our Valley warn that fruit trees can take a fatal hit if a cold snap freezes buds early in the season. Well, it happened this spring. After a week of warm weather, the stone-fruit trees started to dance, pink and red blossoms dangling like starbursts against the blue sky. Overnight, a fierce windstorm crashed the party, obliviating the delicate buds, piñata style, scattering them like confetti across the yard. Summer won’t be the same without cobbler, swirls of buttery cinnamon cooling on the windowsill. To soften the sting, I look out to the west, imagining a baking bonanza in the heavenlies, angels in aprons, rolling dough across the clouds, dishing up generous slices of peach pie in the sky.
I love the idea of heavenly hands making sweet pies in the sky
Looks like an ice cream shop