I decided to take a backpack when I went to the art festival, and that’s when I discovered that I’d gotten rid of all my old backpacks. The only one I could find is my gym backpack, which I used less often after we moved farther away from our gym downtown, and certainly not any time from 2020 through now.
I got it down and began pulling all the things out of it that were for my use in swimming, working out, or showering at the gym. There are so many little pockets inside and outside the backpack, and I kept finding things I don’t remember keeping in it. No wonder it was so damn heavy; hauling that around was like more exercise.
Then, oddly, I found these shells tucked away in a little pocket.
The last time we went to the beach was to Gulf Shores in early summer 2017, where we got pummeled by Tropical Storm Cindy. I doubt that I collected any shells that trip. Prior to that would have been our trip to Destin in 2013. That means for nine years, those shells have been tucked away and forgotten.
Now they’ll go into Aaron’s Garden with all the other shells when I next clean it out and add new plants.
Aaron will love it! His last beach trip was with you all when he went to Galveston. He loved the beach so much. The shells will be a great addition.
Thank you Becky
Lisa
That day was the best!
Love you.
I think you have told me before, but how far are you from the coast?
When I used to walk Pip down the beach at home, there were literally thousands of cockle and other shells on the beach.
Houston’s about an hour from the beach (well, about sixty miles, but traffic might make the journey longer). There are shells on our nearby beaches, but in Texas, I understand that the best shelling is further south.