Strawberry Fields Forever

Our kitchen transformed: jam productions begins.
two large flats filled past the brims with boxes and boxes of berries from the local U-Pick.
bright, red, and shining.
mom stands at the kitchen island stirring.
dad and i sit at the table preparing berries.

rinse, trim, slice.
rinse, trim, slice.

my hand wasn't used to the feel of the certain hold it had to take on the pearing knife. every now and then one of the slippery little buggers weaves sideways against the blade, and you feel the edge brush quietly past your fingertips. teasing by. it never did make good on it's threat.

rinse, trim, slice.
rinse, trim, slice.

bowls and bowlfuls cover the table.
jars and jars cover the counter.
jam for generations.