Hers was the booth at the far corner of the Farmer's Market, in rural New England. My eyes gravitated toward her fruit pies–apple and berry, and a mixture of both–overlaid with the fanciest crusts I'd ever seen.
I oohed and aahed over the hand-crafted flowers, musical instruments and birds. I marveled at the glistening fruit, peeking out from that golden-baked crust. "You MADE these?" I finally asked.
The vendor nodded, eyes twinkling with a mixture of pride and amusement.
"They look too good to eat," I said.
A smile played at the corner of her mouth when she responded. "Shouldn't it always be that way?"
She didn't want her picture taken, but she humbly suggested I could take a photograph of her handiwork instead, so that I could share this pie with you. Mmmm, feast your eyes!