After weeks of foul weather, today smiles
on us with sunshine and a cooling breath of wind. That breath is becoming a hot berg
wind, though, and the heat is surely a warning that more foul weather is on its
way. Nevertheless … the day feels like summer and it reminds me how enormously
privileged I am to live here next to the sea.
Treasures from the beach |
I even have a quick dip, although the water
is still on the chilly side. Mostly, though, I forage for things like shells, polished
sea glass (did you know that the sea glass got that way because it’s been
nurtured by the sea and sand for 20 to 30 years?), gnarled driftwood, and smooth
rounded stones.
Some of the treasures get carted home, where they sit around the garden looking pretty. Sometimes, shells may have a practical purpose, like edging for a bed or pathway. Broken shells make fabulous mulch, especially in pots.
Some treasures find their way into mobiles |
Some find their way into mosaics |
Recently, I paid a man called Lub to dig out a stretch of grass for a new bed. He turned out to be so handy that he built a gate – from driftwood – for an awkward spot. I’m thinking of adorning it with a few strings of shells …
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