like most good things, it starts outdoors… making jam, that is. it starts with friends, with a drive to the country island just outside the city, with waxy cardboard boxes and wagons and acres of farmland to walk through.
you will be thinking only of where you are just then, and who you’re with, and what you love, which is most of all this instant.
the making is for later, with barefoot kinfolk in a steamy kitchen, stirring, sipping minty tea with muddled fruit.
summer. summer summer summer! here we are.
i’ve saved it in those jars, for proof.