Lidded boxes fascinate me. With a nod to recycling we use them to store stuff, like teddy bears, candles, incense, pens, pencils, baking paraphernalia, essential oils, coasters, watches, rings, necklaces, the list goes on. Sometimes the box has a special memory attached to it, reminding us of where it came from.
We have leather, cardboard, timber, ceramic and metal boxes in oblongs, squares, hexagons and cylinders. We have a few tins that were once home to chocolates, biscuits and toffees. The picture of the one above is the latest addition to the collection, a gift from friends who came for dinner last night.
Most of the time we know where they are and what’s in them; sometimes they go walk-about. When I come across a box that we’ve mislaid I experience a moment of anticipation as I lift the lid; what forgotten treasure will I find?
theINFP 
Huh. That made me smile 🙂 i like boxes, but more than that, i like the contents 🙂
A smile makes my post worthwhile, thank you for letting me know 🙂
Great post. Reminds me of my grandfather. He reveled in giving us a box that was not filled with what you thought it should be. A box of chocolates could contain anything! No telling with him. One of the many things about that great man I miss today. Thanks for sharing INFP!
Thank you for sharing your memories about your grandfather, it reminded me that my grandfather had, to me as a child, what seemed like a huge wooden box in the shed that was bashed and marked on the outside. Inside there were golden coloured drawers with small ivory handles. The drawers contained wood working tools. I later found out that he worked for the railway when there were steam trains, he built the wooden coaches.
That is a great story INFP! I was happy that your original writing made me think of my grandfather. He has been gone for over 20 years, but seems like he was here yesterday when those memories come up.