Good Morning, Lovelies!
I brought a lot of shells back from the Virgin Islands and was musing the other day what it would be like if they grew in our back yards among the flowers.
Wait a minute.... Maybe this guy is on to something!
Perhaps middle-age is, or should be, a period of shedding shells; the shell of ambition, the shell of material accumulations and possessions, the shell of the ego.
--Anne Morrow Lindbergh