I once found a picture of a jar of wildflowers. The vase was a canning jar in a lovely shade of blue. The jar sat on a windowsill. The rustic window looked out to a verdant green pasture. Every day I look at the picture and it makes me smile. It calms me. It’s my dream to someday have my own rustic window with a view.
A few weeks ago I saw a case of blue Ball Canning jars online. I made an impulsive decision to buy them, because I am beginning again; starting over from scratch. Twenty plus years of collecting stuff: stuff that was practical, that was child friendly, that the other person liked. I realized there is little in my life that is truly a reflection of me.
So, I am building a hope chest~ carefully choosing things that bring a smile to my face. Like a blue canning jar filled with yellow flowers from my wild garden.