Dreaming About Shells!

On a recent trip to Connecticut, we stumbled upon a lovely park in Stamford that rests upon the shores of the sound. Of course, as soon as I saw water and sand, we were immediately out of the car on a beautiful fall day. The shells were so much different from the ones I find on my NJ beach so we had to spend some time exploring. Well, I was exploring and my husband was sitting on a rock enjoying the view probably thinking . . . do we really need any more shells?? So many of the shells on this small beach were fused together like a little family trying to hold onto each other. There were clumps of shells gathered together to almost become a piece of sculpture. A few small conch variety shells were washed up here and there. Unfortunately, I was ill-prepared for a shell adventure, so I was only able to take whatever shells we could carry back to the car. I truly love exploring the beach for shells. I think my husband enjoys watching me on my search so he can smile at how excited I become when I find an interesting shell! A few nights later I dreamed I was exploring this same beach and came upon shells that were clearly oversized for real life and I was trying to figure out how I was going to get them back to my car and to my NJ beach! I may be slightly obsessed with the beach!