
I was listening to an oldies station as I nosed my car up into the rolling hills above Binghamton, humming and not really paying much attention to the music,
until, yup, just as I was careening over the grassy bumps towards a parking spot, those fabulous Beatles started crooning this song. I popped the car into park and laughed. How can you ignore timing as perfect as that?
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:

And I am one happy woman.
9 comments:
I love filled jars on the windowsill! I bet those cast a glorious light.
Better than stained glass. I love it.
they look so good in the window sill. i am making jam in small batches this year as they ripen in my yard. so satifying.
I love it when timing just works out right! Is this Lone Maple? Because I actually saw their commercial for strawberry season the other night and thought of you!
The jam looks awesome... strawberry is my fave! Hope to be seeing you soon!
Karli-- actually, I went to Apple Hills. I did know Lone Maple offered strawberry picking, but I know their apple picking is pretty good.
If I'm dressed and picking strawberries at 8:30am, it means I haven't been to bed yet!
I've informed my husband that we're going fruit picking this year. I don't care what the fruit is, it shall be picked by us.
Ok, time to have all your domestically deficient friends over for a strawberry jam tutorial. In person.
Also, Hi Pete!
Wow! I'm pea-green with envy!
Beautiful! I love the IDEA of jam, but the reality is that we don't eat much of it, so I must resist the urge to make more while we still have a couple pints in the cupboard from last Summer.
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