One of the best parts of fall at the Pike house is picking grapes from the backyard and canning the juice.
As soon as you walk in the front door, you’re enveloped in warmth and in the sweet aroma of grapes simmering on
the stove. Grapes are soaking in the
kitchen sink; and clean, shiny mason jars are lined up on the counter, awaiting
the dark ruby nectar. Another group of jars has already been filled and is
ready to be put in the pot of boiling water to finish the canning process. Juice
stains are spattered from the white stove, to the white counter, to the white sink,
to the wooden floor.
The grape fragrance surrounds the whole experience and promises
delightful juice spiked with Sprite for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and anything
special in between. But more than that, the scent is one of the familiar smells
of home. And that’s why it’s wonderful.
Thanks, Mom and Dad.
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