My title is a little lofty today but it is the truth. Ever since I was a child, I have wanted to make wild strawberry jam.
When I arrived at the farm this year, I was so thrilled to find pasture after pasture full of wild strawberry blossoms.
It never occurred to me that everything else growing in the pasture would bury my beloved treasures.
When the berries were ripe, Kaitie and I picked for an hour and ended up with only one quart.
After two more attempts, I had enough wild strawberries for one batch of jam.
The jam recipe is from the Certo Pectin package.
I am sincere when I say that it is a dream fulfilled. It’s not really about the jam. For the first time in my 50 years, I am not in a hurry. I was very content to take as much time as was required to fill the eight cups necessary to make the jam. I am finally in a time where I am not being chased by duty.
All of my life, I have felt a sense of duty. A daughter’s duty…a wife’s duty…a mother’s duty. There was never time for me. If my nature was different, I could have easily found a little balance along the way. Sadly, it is my way to approach life like a bee to honey…constantly buzzing.
Nothing has changed except that, I see it now. Because of that clarity, I am pausing. I am trying to forget where the finish line is and focusing on my journey.
It may appear to be just a ‘strawberry jam’ recipe but, for me, it represents something much finer.
Peace.
Thanks for reading.
