Saturday, July 9, 2011

Jam










And in the drawer below, my mother’s apron still.




10 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

I still have my great-grandmother's apron. Making strawberry shortcake today.

William Michaelian said...

Beautiful. And we have family canning implements from that era, little worn peach pitters. And now to inhale....

Old 333 said...

Yum! I loved picking strawberries when I was small. Nowadays, the birds and raccoons do all that for me.

William Michaelian said...

Yesterday we saw a strawberry patch with thousands of shiny foil strips suspended on wires above it. They looked so pretty there, shimmering and fluttering in the sun. The birds liked them too. So much, in fact, that every now and then they’d stop eating and look up.

Bitch said...

Guten Appetit, lieber William!

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Monika!

Denise Scaramai said...

How beautiful!
I got courage to make a pie,
even feel the aroma...

William Michaelian said...

Hi, Denise. Yes, be brave, the aroma will set you free....

erin said...

the one line goes into me like a welcome splinter. how do you do that?

robert and i picked strawberries the other day. my son and i the week before. no one minded dirty knees, stained fingers. we sealed these days in jars with wax rings.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Ah, and the strawberry adventure continues. Beautiful, Erin.

Funny about that line, isn’t it? I didn’t write it; it arrived.