Welcome to my meringue, please wipe your feet

The first pie I ever made was a lemon meringue under the watchful eyes of my mother and grandmother. The crust was greyish and the meringue was less than fluffy but with eyes closed it tasted delicious. I haven't made a lemon meringue pie in years and thought I would try again. Thankfully my crust making skills have vastly improved, my ability to make the meringue pile sky-high, not so much.

The meringue may be low but my oh my it sure tasted good

my new home.

Sunflowers

There is a roadside produce stand that always has lovely fruits and vegetables, I had to stop when I saw the sunflowers.

The fun part about this stand is that it's right in front of the barn so you get to peak in and say hello to the cows.

Any way you slice it

Rick makes beautiful furniture and will often take clients to the saw mill to see their wood being cut. I got lucky and was able to tag along this time.

This is the back of the saw mill.

What a gorgeous day. 

Today there were three massive logs to be cut. 

First they had to trim them to make the logs as straight as possible.

Measuring to make sure the log will fit under the blade.

The first log to be moved over to the saw.

Logs lined up waiting to be rolled onto the saw bed.

The saw blades are massive.

Measure twice, cut once!

The blade moving across the top of the log.

Pulling the board off the top.

Look at that beautiful wood!

Here is my mom with her earplugs in waiting for the next log to be loaded.

The third log was so massive it had to be placed directly on the saw bed.

Look how big those boards are!

The boards are moved and will be dried for almost a year before they can be used.

Thus ends your Richard Scarry-esq tutorial on how a log becomes a board.

You're welcome.

Disappearing act

I made a peach pie for Rick and my mom. I called that night to ask my mom to take a photo of it since I had forgotten to before I left. 

I got these photos two days later.

I think the pie plate was actually licked clean