Jars Filled with Summer
My grandmother’s cherry tree and her jam.
Text+styling by Paul Lowe
Photography by Frances Janisch
When I was a kid we had a huge old
cherry tree growing outside our house.
My grandfather planted it when he
bought the house and it had reached the
roof when I was born. It was so beautiful
and really the talk of the neighborhood.
As a kid I could stand at my bedroom window eating cherries.
They were warm, sweet and juicy. My grandmother and great
aunt would pick the tree every summer and turn the cherries
into jam. The whole house would smell sweet for weeks. They
filled up our pantry with not only cherry jam, but strawberry
jam, apple chutney, apple sauce and lots more. All winter we
had jars filled with summer.