There is a season and a purpose for all things. Ecc 3:1

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

My Beach Combing Addiction

Hi, my name is Bev. And I'm addicted to beach combing.

It all started at a very early age. My grandmother had a home on Jacksonville Beach where we spent many holidays and summers. We combed the beach for shells and sharks teeth.

My sisters and I have spent hundreds of hours together looking for shells on the best beaches in Florida.

Shells have always been one of my favorite God creations, and my collection has really grown over the years.

Here are some of my favorites:
Another treasured pastime is looking for sea glass. Glass has always fascinated me. I love stained glass and any other kind of colorful forms of glass.
Something else I have recently started collecting along the sea shore are corks. I have used these to make trivets, but I also just collect them and keep them in a jar just in case I come up with a clever way to use them in a new craft.
Here is a picture that I created for my sister. I collected the sea glass on the beach where she lived. These are two little sea angels.

Beach combing is such a relaxing way to spend a few hours. I highly recommend it.


Friday, September 7, 2012

Perfect Beach Day

I have been bringing back memories of my childhood this week. 
Most of the time we were at the beach or on the ocean. 
We even spent a summer managing a motel owned by my aunt and uncle (my parents did the managing while my sister and I were on the beach). 
My sister and I spent so much time on Hollywood Beach eating hot dogs and picking up shells.
Oh, and I can't forget the hours we spent swimming in the public pool and the evenings jumping on the trampolines near the boardwalk.
It was such a fun time in our lives.
Remember clothes lines? We had 'em back then.
I took this picture in front of Trader Joe's the other day. The flowers reminded me of the hibiscus hedge we had around our home in Hollywood. I just loved these flowers, and I still do.
Pink Hibiscus

Sand Pipers - Love to watch them flitting back and forth in front of the surf.