Cody wasn’t so good at it yet, and really just wanted to try those bright red treats everyone else was enjoying. It’s so cute how he smacks his lips while watching you eat! Anne and I spent the rest of the afternoon processing berries and making freezer jam. Everyone seemed to have the same idea, for the local stores even sold out of my favorite Ball brand of no-cook pectin. If you haven’t made freezer jam before, you really ought to try it this year. It is so easy, has much less sugar and tastes much fresher (“way more summery” my boys say) than traditional cooked jams.
Bent over the rows, hard at work. Now this is a photo that makes a Mom proud. I didn’t take one of them throwing berries at each other, nor will I quote any of the diarrhea jokes all that fresh fruit consumption inspired. Let us blog only about the pretty things in life, shall we?
these berries almost cost way more than $8 a bucket, and these lovely photos were almost unavailable to the worldwideweb because in my haste that afternoon, I left our camera in the field. I didn’t even notice until about 20 minutes before sunset when I wanted to take pictures of the boys doing sparklers in the driveway. Brian joined me and we raced back to the farm, now closed, to trespass onto private property in order to save my marriage, ahem, camera. We were searching through the leafy paths, dodging sprinklers and slapping mosquitoes, searching frantically before the sun set for that big Kodak with a red Mickey Mouse neck strap, with no luck. John was kinder than I deserved when I came home without it, though it was duly noted by him that I HAD been asking for a new camera lately and hmm…?
Well, a good samaritan had found it and the farm owners had saved it. When I picked it up the sweet farm owner said “It was a good thing that old man turned it in. We just put that area in sprinklers this morning”
So disaster was averted.
You all get to enjoy these photos.
and I have to find another way to get a sleek new silver Nikon.