Nothing can explain why I feel happy when I look at my canned peaches. I get a sense of accomplishment from putting fruit in jars. I did that! I actually made something. I did have the help of my Sister to which I am forever indebted. I wouldn't have a clue without her assistance and intellect. We came home from said Sister's house, opened a jar, spooned it onto our pancakes, added whip cream, and we were in heaven.