We have warm skin and golden hair. The boats bounce by, the birds dive for dinner. A sand crab snacks on a beached jellyfish. George Wilder is mesmerized. He sets up an oyster shell to shade the crab while he snacks on jelly slime while Amelia searches for shells I taught her to find. A year has passed and the names roll off her tongue . . . pirates booty, key hole, baby’s ear, conch, lady slipper, moon shell, olive shells.
Another full day of tides and waves and shells and sand. The children establish routine quickly as they prance around like a king and queen in a royal palace. This is their domain. Any creature that dares to enter their kingdom is captured and carefully cared for until lunchtime.