It's the time of year when I'm confined to quarters by the weather and spend a lot of time looking out of my windows to see what's shaping up. There are four windows in the kitchen and their ledges are all full of 'stuff'. Some of it is useful, but by no means all.
The storage jars belonged to my mother. Dating from the thirties, they were probably wedding presents. I don't remember her ever using them, they were just stored on a high shelf in the pantry.