So something a bit shorter today, rather than the lengthy letter home of yesterday’s two blog posts (wherein I mention yoga).
I can’t ever seem to go to a beach and not want to pick up a seashell or smoothed rock. Bad habit, really. It sadly just becomes clutter because I’ll never do something fancy with these things like paint a face on the rock or glue the seashells to a picture frame “for interest”.
My dust-gathering finds do remind me of where I found them, but so do pictures. Here’s one of the last beach I collected seashells from. It’s in Normandy, France.
Today’s prompt: letter, seashells, yoga