The latter is like reading the book Jamberry to your kids. You pick it up at the library because the bear is cute or you like berries or your little guy likes the colors. You take it home and read it to your kids because you are a good mom. You start reading and, suddenly, you are sucked in. It has nothing to do with how important it is to read to your children or that you are spending "quality time" together. It has everything to do with the rollicking adventure that is the book. The rhythm of the words as they flow over your tongue, the antics of the bear and boy buried neck-high in various berries, the illustrations of waffle flowers and skating elephants. Pretty soon, you find yourself chirpping the words to yourself, to your husband across the dinner table, with a grin plastered across your face. Reading Jamberry feels great.
And so does making jam with friends. It has nothing to do with "being green." Every woman who came cared passionately about the state of the environment. There was some discussion about living lighter, tips traded on pinching back herbs or comparing tomato plants, ideas for planting fruit trees and biking to town. There was a lot more though. We talked about schools, husbands, balancing work and family, activities to do with our kids - all between spoonfuls of blackberry jam. We took turns washing jars, stirring, crushing berries and made something everyone on this planet is looking for: a connection. We'll savor that every time we open a jar of Book Club Blackberry Jam.
Buried in berries,
What a jam jamboree.