Yesterday I did some cleaning on the main floor. I dusted the family room, living room and then the dining room. Then I was sidetracked. I saw on the floor a big basket of sea shells that we have collected over the years from going to the beach as a family. I picked up the basket and started going through the collection, picking out the tiny shells and the pretty stones. I do not know how much time I spent doing this. Does it matter? I was on a mission!
My idea was to display them where I could see them. My kitchen window sill is the perfect place-I tend to stand there a lot during the day (I wonder why?). So now I have a beautiful reminder of family vacations where we would pick up one or two shells or stones and place in a pocket. I also have memories of big beach pails held by little hands, and shovels and digging for treasures.