Mason Jar Memories

In an effort to cheer myself the eff up, I'm writing. SUCH FUN. But I was thinking about my mason jar fetish. I love 'em alot as previously evidenced.

So, here's the question for the day: If you wanted to tell me about you or the world around you by filling a mason jar of things from your life, what would fit in there? What would you put in there?

Me?

Laughingly, I'd put corn in there as Iowa is full of corn. I'd put a lilac bloom in there as they are one of my all time favorite things ever in the springtime here. I'd put in some dirt from the baseball diamond that's across the riverbed where Arik plays ever summer. I'd put in some sand from the beach that's on the lake north of town. My memories of playing there with my bestie and our girls are some of my favorite things ever. I'd throw in a pen to tell you that I love to write - whether it be a grocery list on the back of a deposit slip to an epic love letter to my fandom at the time, I love it. I'd take a leaf from the autumn trees that surrounded the river from teh day that kenny and I caught 22 fish and laughed more than I can remember in a long time. And lastly, maybe a cork from a bottle of wine from the first time my mom and I stayed up late drinking a bottle of wine and talking for the first time in a long time.

And then I'd put a zinc lid on it and twist it tight and put in a shelf so I could tell you about some of the best days I've ever spent, ever.

You?