It seemed like it might be fun to pull out the jam I had made this year and take a photo of it in all its glory. Granted we’ve eaten or gifted a bunch of it, but there was an awful lot set aside for the holidays and to get us through to Spring. An awful lot. Like seventy jars of jam. That seems kind of insane, doesn’t it? It’s all hidden under my bed (because, really, where else would one find room for that much jam?), so I didn’t even realize I had a problem until I started this little project. And now I must admit – I am a jam freak.

So I lugged these gazillion jars out from under the bed and into the backyard since the lighting in my house turns everything a uniform shade of blah.  And it’s like 90^° out there. So that was fun. And you know what? Seventy jars of jam, in a photograph, kind of just looks like a lot of metal lids.

So then I tried to get a little fancy, but I am no photographer as is evidenced by my decidedly unfancy point and shoot camera. But still. They look like little jars of liquid jewels, don’t they?

I’m figuring out the schedule right now, but I think the first class I’ll be doing at Crowley Folk School will be a jam & jelly class. And while we’re still clarifying the details as to whether or not students will be allowed to take anything home, they will certainly leave with the skills to make just as many jars of liquid jewels as they can fit beneath their beds.