When I was a kid, I spent countless hours with my greatgrandmother in her garden picking cherries. She and my mother would later make jam from the cherries so there was rarely store-bought jam in our house. Maybe that’s why, when I see jars of homemade jam, I can’t help but think of home, my family and all the things that inspire me most. As I made some cherry-jam myself this week, I decided to look for a pretty jam jar for a little mid-week inspiration.
To me, this just feels like home.