This weekend was all about family and friends. Saturday a friend of mine got married. The venue was beautiful, a huge rolling park along Lake Washington, boats sailing off in the distance. The warm breeze kept the air moving, and the sun beating on the grass left the memory of drying hay tantalize my thoughts. The wedding itself was quiet, no music except for the sounds of summer, and afterward a barbeque. We had to skip out before the cake though.
Of course I had to find the only step that really couldn’t be seen, rolled my ankle and sprained my knee. I was grateful that there wasn’t any dancing, that might have been a bit awkward.
Yesterday was another day filled with friends and family. There was grocery shopping to be done, knitting and coffee with another friend. Then for some reason, on one of the hottest days of summer, it was the right time to make peach jam. So we did and I now have 16 jars of jam on my counter. With each pop as the jars sealed and the lingering smell of peaches throughout the house there was a moment when I was back at my parent’s home in summer.
mmmm, peach jam sounds fabulous!! I love that popping sound, too.
how nice does that jam look.
I can’t wait to taste our fabu-delicious jam! How is it?