Rose petal jam and other matters

It is Memorial Day morning and the coffee shop is absolutely empty, which proves that the coffee buyers of this town are all Conventional Schedule workers. They are still tucked in bed looking forward to barbecue this afternoon.
The girl who is working couldn't dredge up a smile. She said she had been up until the early hours because the house next door to her's had been vandalized. The police caught the perps. All girls, the eldest nine the youngest six. They did a lot of damage, including pouring a can of paint all over a hundred year old piano.

The inconsequentiality that I really wanted to share this morning is my discovery of the utility of rose petals. I have millions of roses so I dried a lot and distributed tasteful bowls of them all over the house, but there were still tons left. From somewhere in the recesses of my mind a little voice whispered 'rose petal jam' so I tried it. They make good jam, with lots of their own pectin, and they make really good strawberry jam with just a few strawberries and a lot of rose petals. Red roses make flaming red jam. I used a mix of red and yellow.
We had a day of beautiful gentle rain falling from a flat gray sky! It had been months. The thunderheads are beginning their daily gatherings over the mountains, but they rarely venture over the desert which dissipates them in a heart beat.