Nectarines, pulverized.
In the food processor.
Boiled hard with sugar,
Lemon juice, and pectin.
Become an amber gold liquid.
Quickly into jars it goes.
Each lid twisted tightly.
Soon they begin to seal.
And each little pop,
Fills me with delight..
Pop! Ahhh….
Nectarine marmalade.
Random Misanthrope 
Pop! Brought a smile to my morning. Pop!
Seriously, though. Each time one of the lids popped, I said “Yay!” out loud to no one in particular. (Well, I suppose to the cat, since Tobbe was at work…)