The season is fleeting, so you have to grab at it as soon as you see the "Now Open" signs at the strawberry farm. A sun hat, a blue sky, a bottle of water, and some baskets are all you need.
The help of a patient aunt is helpful, too.
In an hour, we have four baskets, stained, scented fingers, and tummies full of berries.
In a few more hours, we have jars of jewel-red jam. Yes, the fruit floats as it always does when I make jam. I don't mind. I don't make it because it looks pretty (although that's a bonus)...strawberry jam makes me want to bake a loaf of homemade white bread, slather a slice with butter, and top it with a thick spread of homemade jam. Mmm...