It’s gray and rainy here in Tennessee. It’s a little chilly, too. Days like these are when my thoughts go to the beach. Actually, if I’m honest, my thoughts are never far from the beach. Remember the old song “I left my heart in San Francisco”? Mine is in the panhandle of Florida, Pensacola to be exact. So when I go junking whether it’s an estate sale or a yard sale, I grab every shell I can find. Yard and estate sales are my shelling grounds since I can’t walk the beaches and look. Pensacola beach is not a great place to look for shells. It’s something about a shelf in the ocean that prevents the tides from bringing them into shore. I do read on Facebook, on the shell pages of all the great beaches for shelling and I get a little envious. Until, that is, I find some wonderful shells inland, here.
I didn’t realize just how nice a collection I have until I started taking photos to show you. I will tell you the names of these shells, if I know them. Most I don’t and that’s okay with me. I just enjoy looking at them and decorating with them. So here we go.
This one is a Blue Channel Welk. I know because someone on the shell Facebook page shared a photo of one and asked if anyone had one. I thought mine was just a discolored Whelk, nothing fancy.
This next shell is another Whelk. I just don’t know the proper name. I love the creamy color on the inside.
I don’t know the names of the next few. I just know I love the colors and the different shapes. I believe God is the greatest artist ever to come up will all these different shells.
I think I’ve shown you enough for today. There is one more that I think you will all recognise and that is the Abalone. The colors are beautiful. It’s funny how beautiful it is inside and how plain it is outside. Just like it is with people our loveliness is inside, but we’re judged by outside. Just like seashells, we’re tossed and turned by life. We bear our scars just as the shells do. But that just makes us lovelier.