Where There's a Will, There's a Way

 I want to brag on my granddaughter, Brittany, this morning.

A single mom with a 7 year-old son, she married a man with two daughters, similar in ages as her son. 

She became a mother of three overnight. Had to give up her job due to the logistics of transporting all those kiddies back and forth to school, to their other parents etc, etc. 

So, she opened up her own business at home. She had access to plenty of figs so she started out making little jars of fig preserves. (by the way, her last name is Bice... nice take on the sugar and spice thing, right?)

Then, she did jars of pepper jelly from the hottest of hot to the mildest. 

Next she added cheesecake in a jar. 

Her clientele was growing so she branched out to some shops who now carry her products. 

She has planted more fig trees,

grows her own jalepeno peppers for the pepper jelly plus other veggies for the family. 

As the saying goes, 'Where there is a will, there's a way.' and she has found a way to make that happen. 

Drizzles in Cape Charles, eastern shore Virginia, carries her products. And, on one trip to the shop to  resupply her merchandise she bought me a gift... a bottle of butter-flavored olive oil. I love it.