One of my happiest memories of time spent with my mom is during strawberry season. The fields in the back of our house were filled with wild strawberry plants and every summer we would take our buckets out to the field and fill them up (eating quite a few along the way). My mom would then set about making homemade strawberry jam. I can remember the aroma wafting through the house and whenever I think about those times, my mouth starts to water for homemade strawberry jam. ~Robin