It’s a beach walk, for heaven’s sake. There should be shells, right? On my almost-daily walks on the beach, I watch the waves, I look at the birds, I notice the changes in the hillsides, I always admire the rocks along the way. I rarely pay attention to the shells. Today, though, just for the shell of it, it’s going to be a different walk from my usual.
I have always comforted myself when I mistakenly step on a seashell by reminding myself “I am helping the beach make sand.”
Especially the sand dollars, whose crisp crunch I try to avoid, but it is inevitable that they turn into sand. We get hermit crab shells, or parts of them, clam shells, sea snail shells, shells from abalone and oyster. I love the shells that have urchins making a home on top.
And curls in shells next to the smooth surface of a rock.
Hope you have a shell of a day. Happy Walking.
linked to Jo’s Monday Walk