New homes

Last year, to mark this day, my family went for dinner. We chose a seafood restaurant in Howth, and I recall the meal featuring all kinds o'treaty delicacies. I saved an oyster shell from the evening: wrapped it up in a napkin, scrubbing it out when I arrived back to Baltimore.

As coincidence would have it, I just picked up and unpacked the shell yesterday - I had stashed it in my teeny gardening trolley, which was finally collected from the Garage of Storage. The oyster shell lay amongst oodles of mermaid's tears, crafted by oceans over decades, in blues and greens and pinks and endless shades in between.

And now, to find the right spot in my little cottage for such evocative gifts from the sea...

:-)