Friday, August 21, 2009

She Sells Seashells

I never got her thing about shells. Then She posted some pictures of the shells we gathered. Exquisite. She knew all the names. Arranged them by size, and type, and style. Kaleidoscopic Crustacea.

I had watched her dive, gone for minutes at a time.
Then, to the surface she rose with her treasures.

She dragged them all back to her island paradise.

And made this.

This morning I sent her the old familiar tougue twister:
She sells seashells by the seashore.
The shells she sells are surely seashells.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I'm sure she sells seashore shells.

I inquired, "Hey, lady! Wanna sell me some shells??"

She replied simply, "My shells are not for sale."


Her Majesty's Plaything said...

I can just imagine how divine it must be to spend time with She by the seashore. Being a sub and a scuba diver it really seems to me that you have the best of all possible worlds. Simultaneous submission and submersion?? Yeah baby! It doesn't get any better than that! ;-)

advochasty said...

Ha!! I love that Submission & Submersion! Sounds like the title of a blog post!!

It's very cool to see how "in-her-element" she is in the ocean.

She's for sure part fish.