So this is what I want to know. Did the mussel who created this gorgeous shell feel those little bumps inside and let it spoil his day? Did he do what I would have done in my only-some-things perfectionist way and insist on making another? Did he squeak out a particularly bad mussel curse?
Or do you think mussels might be just a little more laid back about those things than us? Is it because they live at the beach?
Is it easier to be laid back when you have no bones? No neck and shoulders to get tight?
First beach day yesterday. March! It was gorgeous. It made me feel a little boneless myself.
As is my luck, hearts popped up here and there.
Boy, this heart has taken a bit of a beating hasn’t it? Good thing they’re so tough. Like starfish.
Made one myself.
Beautiful day. I see three hearts in the picture below. How about you?