I love mason jars. I love the look, the feel of them, and the harkening back to a time period when everything seemed simpler and more wholesome. Of course, those times weren’t simple or wholesome at all. Those times had The Black Plague, doing your laundry on a washboard and gathering round the kitchen table to peel rotten potatoes for the nights entertainment. But when you put the great big, gauzy, cheesecloth that is time between now and the olden days, they seem quite lovely.