So the second big cherry harvest came in, and I had enough to fill a saucer, which I made into a very tart, perfectly wonderful, jam. Just sugar, almond essence and the cherries. I think they must have their own pectin, because it jelled up fine.
And this is today's breakfast: homemade homegrown cherry jam on hot biscuit made with wholewheat, lentil and almond flours. Which made a surprisingly terrific combo. I wonder if it was the almond flour and the essence in the jam, echoing, though you couldn't really detect either of them.
Anyway, it struck me as a great metaphor for life, and for art, come to that -- a short but intensely wonderful and colorful experience.
I agree: that is a great metaphor! Including the elements of alternately taking care and letting go.
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