“Jamberry” is a favorite book about a boy and a bear
and their adventures in a land of berries.
and their adventures in a land of berries.
In the middle of all the unpacking and rearranging, but after we had discovered that the couch couldn’t fit through the door, the TV cabinet couldn’t stand upright in the basement and the mattress box springs couldn’t fit upstairs, we stopped.
Let’s go pick berries, we thought.
So away we drove, leaving the couch in the basement, the box springs in the yard and the TV cabinet in pieces. We returned with 40 pounds of strawberries, 4 pounds of raspberries and 25 pounds of sugar, and, ignoring all the that begged to be unpacked and rearranged, we made jam.
Because, really, what is the more important creature comfort — a couch or a jar of homemade jam, saved until winter when sunshine is but a memory?
I can just see those strawberry stains on little fingers and the corners of each mouth. Yeah for strawberries and the delight they create!
Mom
What did you do with your stuff?! I think you did the right thing by leaving….picking berries. You'll always remember this!
Miss you,
Kyndale
Your jam sounds delicious!
My neighbors bought one of those Sleep Number air beds because they don't have box springs so they easily fit up tight stairs.
Wow! You definitely have your priorities straight (and 40 pounds??? Amazing…I was traumatized to find my favorite strawberry picking locale had a crop failure this year)
Ma, I agree. Hip hip hurray for strawberries!
Kyndale, the couch remains in the basement and the TV cabinet and box springs are destined for the thrift store. Meanwhile, we're sitting on chairs and pillows in the living room, and searching for a skinny loveseat.
Chelsey, thanks for the tip. Marcel and I joke that we need to swap all our furniture for the inflatable kind. It'd be so much easier to pack and move the next time.
Andrea, I had a co-conspirator when it came to the jam-making. My sister (with the new baby … so maybe she's a bit nutty, too!) was with me in the kitchen.
Sorry to hear about your strawberries. Email me your address and I'll send you a jar of jam because I've plenty!
My address is 1120 E. Badger Street, Silver Springs NV 89429
Andrea
Ha! Ma, you can't fool me, but you'll have to wait for Christmas for your jam.
Linda, you rascal!
Linda, you rascal!