I got a package in the mail recently. It was these:
Blue Ball Mason jars, replicas of ones made 100 years ago:
I don't can or preserve food, but ohhhh, I love that blue color:
These babies may never hold food in them, and that's okay:
They are gorgeous all by themselves:
Come winter, they may hold candles for a snowy winter-scape on my hutch:
Or I may just put them out, as is, to admire how the afternoon sun lights them up as it slants through the windows:
It hardly matters.
What's important is, they make me happy.