This was the carpet outside our villa at Hermitage Bay. Some might complain that it was too uncomfortable to walk on. Me? Pure delight…I felt like a kid with carte blanc at a candy store every time I squatted down to look at these shells, each one of them a "prize" in their own right.
And with Mr. Weatherman teasing me that snow might visit our doorstop again (which I will believe ONLY when I see, touch, taste, smell and hear it), I was missing the beach. Even though I LOVE SNOW as it’s been documented here recently.
Go figure. I’m an enigma.
Happy Friday, y’all…:)
Seeing this picture reminded me…..We had a tradition when the girls were growing up, this was collecting cowrie shells when we were on holiday in Cornwall. These are very tiny and difficult to spot and it was always a race to see who found the first one. After this is was me who went out after the tide had been in to see what I could find. Whenever I dust I look at my little pots of shells and I see a beach, hear the sea and smell the salty air!
People like us live and breath beach. It’s always a part of us.
My husband just across the sand he took from China Beach back in the 60s…yeah, that beach. It is now in a place of honor.
I also Looooove the snow. I don’t, however, love dressing three kids for the great outdoors.
Hope you get some! (Snow, that is…)
I understand perfectly.
oh, that is sooooo cool! i love it.
exterior bones….isn’t it odd how we love shells, but a bone yard (intereior shells)would give us the heebie jeebies?
Chris, thanks for sharing your lovely memory and family tradition. I’m sure Beccy and Sam remember this, too :).
Heather and Claudia, I know y’all understand this from the inside out. Beach kindreds are we :).
Sandy, phenomenal! What a treasure y’all have!
Thanks, Janet :).
Pamela, ewwww…thanks for THAT imagery! 😉
Susan, gosh, I remember those days. If it comes (and I think we’re on the “empty” side of that line:/), my babies can dress/undress/redress themselves.
Hey Robin, I went jogging this morning. It was zero degrees out and there were several new inches of fresh white powder on the ground… I have to admit I was dang proud of myself. It wasn’t even miserable. In fact it was lovely and invigorating.
Yet your shells give me a tinge of longing for my California home near the beach. A *tiny* tinge. 🙂