
our apricots kept getting more plump and ripe

until one of the hottest days when I convinced Jon to climb the tree and pick the crop


because I finally found the ambition to try my hand at jam

after hours of peeling and pitting,

I grated and squeezed,

sweetened with honey,

boiled,

and discovered I'm pretty good at apricot jam.
But now, I've waited too long for the second batch (I guess I lost that ambition--chalk it up to pregnancy and the heat or something) and almost all the apricots are in the grass, bird-pecked and squished.
Until next year!
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