Day One Hundred 2012

I searched for my lost shaker of salt, as Jimmy Buffett sings, but I couldn't find it anywhere. On Easter Sunday, my family gathered in the back yard and ate hard boiled eggs, passing around the shaker of salt. It never made it back to the kitchen, so this morning I searched all over the back yard and all around the swing where we were gathered, and I never could find it. This afternoon, I was sitting on the swing with grandson Knox, watching my two other grandpeeps Shelby and Elijah throw a Frisbee. I looked down and there it sat--my lost shaker of salt--on the swing where someone set it after all the hard boiled eggs were gone. As we say in the South, if it had been a snake, it would have bit me. Can you find the lost shaker of salt?

Day Thirty Seven 2011

You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.
~~Matthew 5:13


The collector in me really likes an old salt crock. These are some I've picked up over the years from the flea market, junk stores and antique malls. I have another smaller one not in this lineup that I actually keep salt in. These were very inexpensive (needless to say, or else they would not be sitting on a shelf in my kitchen), but I have seen some that cost hundreds of dollars, I suppose simply for the fact that they have survived a hundred years or more, which instantly makes an item more valuable. One thing's for sure, I've never seen a Morton's salt box for sale at the flea market.