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Ask me if I made strawberry jam today in my throw-back blue jam jars. No wait! Don’t ask me. Ack! This day got away from me, all that lounging and napping and sitting on the back porch. Then suddenly it was dinner. But tomorrow! Tomorrow or else! I will make the jam.

In the meantime, I spent just about as much time as it takes to make a batch of jam perfecting this year’s jam labels. Priorities, I know. So in case you’re the jam-labelling type, I’m sharing my labels with you! Now you don’t have to make them, you can just print and stick and get back to the more important making-of-the-jam. 

They’ll print onto a standard-sized sheet of sticker-paper and can be cut or punched with a circle punch, or printed onto regular paper and washi-taped to the jar (oooh!). Confession…I haven’t printed these yet. So if they’re totally wonky, please, let me know. I think I have them properly measured and centered and such, so you should be good to go. 

Download the jam labels by clicking on the image below. And tomorrow I will be back with photos of strawberry jam in blue jars resting on the counter, while I wait for that delightful pop! of the lid that tells me all is well. 

Happy Sunday. Happy jam session!

 

June needs to take a serious chill pill. These days have been chock full and yikes, I’ve missed three of my days of daily blogging in June. I’ll make up for it at the end of the month, I promise.

This morning before breakfast, I ran out to the corner to grab a gallon of milk. Somehow I got ridiculously sidetracked and ended up at a local farm buying strawberries and bags of just-picked salad greens. Strawberry season always sneaks up on me. And word around town is that the season is about to end.

We’re down to our last jar of jam from last summer, which I have judiciously rationed all winter. If I missed my strawberry-jam-making window this year, there’d be store-bought jam for the rest of the year.

So when I passed the strawberry sign early this morning, the pull was just too strong and I came home with an arm load of berries.

And apparently in the move to Woodlawn and my crazed de-cluttering, I gave away all my empty jam jars. So I found myself standing in Wegmans this afternoon deciding which size jam jars I want to make this year. And darn if I wasn’t a total sucker for the blue vintage throw-backs. I’m thinking they’ll look awfully nice full of strawberry jam. 

The girls’ grandmother arrived in town today from Wisconsin. She’ll be staying for the week, so between a trip to the airport, welcoming her and slipping off to the grocery store, the jam session has been pushed off until tomorrow.  But I’m pretty sure it’s the perfect thing for a Sunday afternoon.