Life seems to slow slightly in the summer months. I've spent some time at home, soaking in the gentle pace and indulging in home cooking. Dad, you see, has turned from communion to conserves, approaching jam making with just the same diligence.
The creating of strawberry jam lasted a whole day what with driving to a picking field, getting lost en route, buying sugar, realising we needed more sugar, watching the tennis, boiling the jam, re-boiling the jam and eventually the all important jam setting. We sat and ate our jam exactly 24 hours after we had picked the fruit from the field and I'm sure you could taste the previous day's sunshine.