A random act of shelling at Bunche Beach
I have a lot of shells; make that a whole LOT of shells. They live in Rubbermaid bins and plastic Domino sugar containers in a big kitchen cabinet. They clutter book shelves, fill up bowls on the piano and the kitchen breakfast bar, and generally hang out in odd places here and there, all over the house. I'm going to say something that would have been unheard of 10-12 years ago when I first started to collect sea shells. I have TOO MANY shells.
Still, I love to trawl the beach, and I cannot break myself of the habit of looking for them and picking them up. But I know that when I get them home, I will have to perform some combination of washing, de-sanding, de-stinking, barnacle removal, drying out, sorting, shining, and putting away. You know, in those Rubbermaid bins and plastic Domino sugar
containers in the big kitchen cabinet.
So last week, I freely looked and hunted and collected, but stopped just short of bringing them home. Instead, I went up a little way beyond the high tide line, wrote a message in the sand, and left my gifts from the sea for some (hopefully delighted) tourist to find.
I think I've discovered a new hobby :)
[image: sea shells for you Bunche Beach Fort Myers Florida]