It's so amazing how aromas can bring back memories, just as if the people they conjure up were truly there, right back by our side where they belong. For me it is the aroma of hot berries. Berries in the sun. Berries cooling and jelling into preserves for canning. It is pungent and sweet. And there she is. My mother — wielding tongs to move hot jars around like some kind of warrior woman. I am instantly transported by that aroma.