Nothing ventured, nothing gained. That’s what got me out of bed this morning when my husband woke me early for our weekly Sunday beach combing date day. Thanks to the pain of an abscess tooth, last night was a restless one. First thought as I wearily rolled to my other side and opened my eyes was to skip today. Just stay at home and treat myself to lounging on the sofa and binging on Netflix. Something I rarely ever do. Yet I rolled out of bed, sipped a cup of Joe, grabbed my dive bag and my beach combing shoes, looked at my husband and said “Ok, let’s go.” anyways. I never stop, always fearing that I’m going to miss something special washing ashore on the beach. Even if I don’t bring home a jackpot of a haul-something, anything is better than nothing. There’s always a treasure to be found somewhere.
Folks, it was slim pickings today. Despite being ideal conditions with high surf, onshore winds, and peak low tide it was a scraping the bottom of the barrel kind of morning. We cobbled and we dug, we sifted and we sorted, we walked and we waded.
A small bounty, but treasures not the less. Another marble to the collection. A handful of shivas. Beautiful chunks of sea glass, and more.