I thought I was done with this seasons canning and jelly and jam making then I drove past a crabapple tree.
When I was growing up we were poor. All I really wanted was to have the same type of life as my friends. Without money my mom had to be resourceful. If we wanted to eat in the winter we had to grow it in the summer. When it came time to make jelly we headed down to the river where the crabapple trees grew. I was always mortified because people could drive by and see us picking apples. What if one of my friends would see us. I'm sure I whined and cried and let my mom know what a awful mom she was.
What a brat. Now I'm thankful to my mom for teaching me skills and giving me the gift of value, of knowing what is truly valuable. That time and energy are worth so much more than anying comming out of a factory jar.
I wish she were still here to tell that to.