It was 8:30 in the morning. This was the scene:
Damn son. Berry pickers are some early risin' folks. It seemed like the strawberries took forever to ripen this year. I suppose weeks of dull gray rain will do that. Now that they're finally here, the jammers aren't wasting any time. Myself included.
(And no, I didn't stop here. I didn't stop until I had a full bucket, which came to twelve pounds. Anyone want free berries, swing by my house.)
Once home, I surveyed the scene. I had jars:(Boy howdy, I had jars.)
I had my canning kitchen-partner-in-crime:And pretty soon, I had this on the stove:
Which led to this on the windowsill: