Kuriosities

The sea soothes…

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

I have been busy having a life away from the bench this weekend, so only ended up piercing a sterling keyhole – but have not finished the pendant yet…but I have other photos to share.

I played farm girl yesterday. Drill in one hand, and fencing holders in the other, I made my way round the pasture – a herd of curious ponies poking their noses into my business. The drill must be sniffed, the fence holders tasted and tugged. Sophie, the naughtiest of all creatures took it into her head to play tug of war with me over the bag of wire holders, (I won.), and spent a great deal of time shoving her little pony muzzle into my ear and neck when I bent down with threats to nibble (no thanks missie naughtypants!). But in the end the holders were installed and then the electric fencing rope as well. All attempts to push the fence down in order to reach the grass on the other side will now be foiled, and the daily task of replacing broken boards will be a distant annoying memory.

Today called for the beach. Summer sprang upon the Island, almost as if it lay in wait for the calendar to dictate its arrival. Last week was all shivers and sweaters, and fuzzy socks to warm toes. Today it was a balmy 26 C – it doesn’t get that much warmer here – and it was lovely. Sunshiney and full of ocean breezes. Molly ma Gog and Bean came along. It was Bean’s first outing to the beach, and she LOVED it. I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea to take her, our last old man Chihuahua did not much like the beach, and would huddle in a pitiful mess of shakes and shivers and look as miserable as a Chihuahua can make themselves – which is exceedingly. Little Miss Bean however, reveled in the piles of stinky seaweed, and the hot sand to sun and bake herself in. She ate heaps of stinky stuff, chewed on driftwood, and scampered about like Queen Bean. She did not swim, but I do not think she can, or at least I have never seen a Chihuahua swim.

Molly ma Gog swam and fetched, and swam and fetched – as happy as a lab can be. We strolled down the beach. I searched for stones and found a pink one shaped like a heart and I threw it into the water as far as it would go. I was as happy as a K could be (which is happy indeed, with only a moment’s remembered wistfulness, which I threw into the waters after the stone). I remembered why exactly it was that I chose to move here, I felt again why this is home, and was glad to be reminded…