We're Jammin'

Jammin' till the jam is through.

For some reason I don't think strawberry jam was exactly the kind of jam Bob was singing about.... but I've been singin' it since yesterday afternoon.

Monday morning strawberry picking...

Adia Moon was having a hard time being cheerful.

For some reason I love the foggy pictures of me filling the jars with all that yummy boiling jam. Even though Justin took some clearer ones, these ones seemed to capture how I felt as I was making it all. The plan was for Justin and I to make it together when the kids were napping. But somehow it got later and later and before we knew it Steele had woken up, I was on the phone starting the whole process and Jusin took Steele outside to sit in the wading pool. As I rolled up my sleeves and dug in I found myself thankful for the time and the experience to do it on my own.

It was hot. Around 90 degrees outside and probably even hotter inside. Definitely hotter in the kitchen. Somewhere in the middle of it all, sweat literally streaming down my face, I felt alive. I was giddy and smiling. It was real. It was nourishment - to my soul and to our bodies. And I loved it. The thought occurred to me of how good it felt to make and create something instead of constantly buy and consume everything. And the literal fruit of my labor? 24 jars of jam and 5 containers of freezer jam just waiting to be eaten up!