The bright late winter sun poured through the kitchen window warming the potpourri in the antique Ball jar on the sill. The smell of mountains wafted across the room, junipers and evergreens from a Colorado trip more than 20 years ago.
Rocky Mountain highs in a jar.
You've been, sometime in your life, listening to John Denver. Who would have thought the potpourri would still be working? Good looking jars.
ReplyDeleteo--yes--we jeeped and hiked with our kids all over the mtns. singing John Denver all the way. Wonderful memories. Amazing that the scent still comes out of that jar!
ReplyDeleteMountains in a jar
ReplyDeleteI love that phrase