“What would be great is if we could bottle this like preserves.”
She nodded in agreement despite the impossibility of it.
“And on about mid November start opening up jars of the stuff and eat them like mustard pickles with supper. Or, you know, like peanut butter off the spoon.”
“Forget supper, maybe I'd drink it mixed in my coffee and have it for breakfast.”
She couldn't stop herself from laughing at the idea. And not because it was ridiculous but because it was so inspired. And immediately began to wonder how large a bottle might be required to capture the moment, let alone the day.