Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

You know, Lord, a little blurb told how a grandpa developed a delicious jelly using a powdered grape drink. He even won some blue ribbons at the country fair. He sat at the table spreading a half-inch thick serving of jelly on his toast when his wife asked him if he didn’t think that was a little much, to which he replied, “I made it. I guess I can have as much as I want.”

Hummmm, we thought, what about those little crabapples out there on that tree, just begging to be made into something! So, off we went to picking ’em, but once made into juice, there wasn’t near enough to make jelly. If Gran...