I love the home arts, things that one does personally to lovingly make a cozy nest, to make a house into a home. I was raised by a creative pair, my mother did a bunch of the home arts, she was raised on a farm back in the day, and the home 'arts' were the home necessities.
She didn't think of sewing or canning as an art form, she and her 7 siblings ate one too many meals of potatoes and not much else back in the 1930's... and I have vivid memories of visiting 'the farm' when I was a kid. The farm was in Arkansas and we lived in California. It was a trip by (pre-airconditioning) car in the summertime.
ha. I was lucky enough to get a whole flat of grapes piled high and just starting to get overripe. So I sorted and plucked and washed and got 2 big spaghetti pots full, I made 9 quarts!
(All images are courtesy of Google Image except the finished jam jars.)