Local Eating: Freezing Time

My eyes were a bit bigger than my pie recipe and my stomach when I bought strawberries the other day. I had originally put strawberry-jam-making on hold this year since it fell right at the end of a busier than normal school year and the beginning of a hectic summer semester at grad school. I was ok with it for the most part, but a big part of me felt sad that on a cool day I wouldn't have a jar of fresh strawberry jam to open and remember blissful and slow summer days.Since I ended with extra berries after making the pie, I whipped up some freezer jam effectively freezing time in a bottle.
Along with fresh summer strawberries still warm from the field, I froze morning doves coo-ing me awake at dawn. I froze the smell of fresh cut grass. I froze trips to the farmer's market for produce. I froze the scent of roses and lavender from the garden. In that jam I put glasses of wine as the sun is setting and the sound of fireworks late at night. I froze summer in a bottle. This is good.