Among my favourite memories of summer, as a little girl were the happy times when we would go and stay with my Grandparents for the holidays. This was pure magic as they lived near the sea and we would spend all day frolicking in the water with our plastic boats on a string, picnicking and building sandcastles.
My Grandmother was the sweetest, most loving and kind Lady and I really loved her. What I remember of her well, was because she had broken her hip, she walked very slowly and with the aid of two walking sticks. She loved sea shells and we would walk along beside her and pick up the shells for her and put them in a basket. Then we would go back and help her with the wonderful creations, gluing and covering trinket boxes and picture frames with the pretty shells. I suppose that is why I still love shells today and I am always on the look out for some special shells, on the sand.
The best portion of a good man's life ~ his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love
~ William Wordsworth
I can hardly believe it is already Friday.
I am wishing every body a beautiful weekend, filled with joy and inspiration.