The root cellar’s ambient temperature is a crisp 32-degrees. Five-tiered shelves line three walls, and are full of varying sizes of Mason jars. Carefully arranged in a way only Journey understands, each vessel holds a different memory.
A gatherer, Journey gleaned her collection from a lifetime of searching dusty thrift shops and back road estate sales. Some few were brought to her by friends, knowing she would treasure each one and preserve them with great care.
Under a Cheshire moon, Journey descends the wooden stairs of the cellar, down to the hard-packed, earthen floor, and quietly listens.
Thin spiral notebook 
Nice job with the memory jars. Indeed I wish we really could store our most cherished memories in jars that way- kind of like the Pensieve in the Harry Potter series, except those used to keep bad memories as well 🙂
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beautiful, Tara – I love the memories held within your canning jars.
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This is gorgeous – what beautiful memories stored in those jars
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Only you can write like this Tara-am speechless with the beauty of this piece!To be able to listen to memories stored in mason jars(maybe a jam made by a great aunt who used to tell amazing stories or maybe that special spice procured by a friend from abroad-every item carrying a memory?)-we all are gatherers in some or the other way,isn’t it?Loved it!
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First of all, I want a root cellar. Because I imagine it would be a relieving place to hang out when the weather gets unbearably humid. Second, this is beautifully crafted.
Ok, the second should have been the first. 😉
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I still make jams and things and store them in Mason jars.
Leslie
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When I was a kid, my grandmother canned every thing from their garden. She had tomatoes, green beans, pickles – and she filled up their root cellar with all this delicious goodness.
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Instead of a root cellar we have a freezer. Still works.
Leslie
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