It has become a tradition for me to make up our winter's jelly supply in Gillams and carry it back to New York. It always seems a bit iffy in terms of customs regulations but the risk seems worth it for that magical mid-winter taste of early September blueberries. This year the take was some where in the 60 jar range. As Olive says, about a third are to give away, so don't be alarmed at our jelly consumption! But it did account for close to one third of our trunk space, with another third given over to wool/yarn/spinning wheel. One must have one's priorities.
Fortunately, we noticed this box before we left the driveway.
And here was a remarkable mother-to-be found on the side of the house, just before we left:
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