In a bit of a jam around here (ha, ha).
The wild muscadine vine that had overgrown an ornamental cherry in our yard was bearing a bumper crop of grapes this year, so Critter suggested that I turn them into jelly, and he could give that to his customers in lieu of poinsettias this year. When he floated the idea to some of his customers, they were enthusiastic, so materials were purchased and the project began. Unfortunately, Florence had other idea; at least half of the grapes hadn't been picked yet when she blew through and knocked them in the mud. No time to try for points now; even if we could get cuttings, the greenhouse is wrecked. What to do?
Well, it was a good year for blueberries, too; I have several bags of them in the freezer. Good ol' google found me a recipe, and I got a dozen jars of blueberry jam put up yesterday. Anticipating more of the same today.
The fruits of my labor:
The wild muscadine vine that had overgrown an ornamental cherry in our yard was bearing a bumper crop of grapes this year, so Critter suggested that I turn them into jelly, and he could give that to his customers in lieu of poinsettias this year. When he floated the idea to some of his customers, they were enthusiastic, so materials were purchased and the project began. Unfortunately, Florence had other idea; at least half of the grapes hadn't been picked yet when she blew through and knocked them in the mud. No time to try for points now; even if we could get cuttings, the greenhouse is wrecked. What to do?
Well, it was a good year for blueberries, too; I have several bags of them in the freezer. Good ol' google found me a recipe, and I got a dozen jars of blueberry jam put up yesterday. Anticipating more of the same today.
The fruits of my labor: