Pie are Round

In the summer of 1990 my former husband and I moved from southern California to a little town outside Corvallis, Oregon called Philomath (which means ‘lover of learning, especially a student of mathematics’). We bought our first house there, a sweet little 1940’s bungalow that had a concord grape arbor that spanned about 16 feet across the back of the house. It grew so prolifically that if I didn’t prune it back assertively every week…