About this time each year, things start changing on the beach…It’s baby time, new shell time, creation time, once again.   One never knows what will be found each day.  Like shells seem to congregate together, and so when their lives are over, they roll into the beach in bunches.  Every time a wave breaks on the shore, new shells are visible and others are hidden.  Mother Nature always is always game for a game with beach goers.

Right now I am looking for the smallest I can find.   I make cone-shaped trees from shells and need all shapes and sizes for my projects.  I can only do it so long and then I start mumbling to myself.   I definitely have to walk away and let my 74-year-old hands rest.

I see them for sale online and just know I can do better….hence the mumbling.   The Sanibel Shell Show is the first of March and I am definitely put to shame there.  There is shell art from all over the world and it is breath-taking. Sanibel and the surrounding beaches are known for their wonderful variety of shells, but there are others world-wide that are exquisite.

I had a wonderful neighbor who did shell art and entered into this show….it was wonderful. She covered a piece a piece of furniture with exact size, color, and matching shells.  I have never seen her mumble and I can’t understand it.

So today I am cleaning baby shells, (empty only…don’t ever take a live one).  They are in the sun drying and I will roll them over a few times to get the sand out…..(yeah, right).

Life is good on this beach….this is not a money making venture, just one of uniting pretty things to make them more pretty…..  I am a lucky girl…..