For day trips, and summer days, I am totally a lake person, but there is just something about the ocean that calls to my soul. I love the salty air, the white sand, the waves that crash upon the shore, and the rock jetties. I can sit all day and watch kids play in the sand, boats travel across the horizon, and gulls begging for whatever scraps they can get. Then at the end of the day, I like to brush the sand off and go home.
I took all the long driftwood and tied it together with some jute. Then I took the remaining driftwood and put in in a basket on the bench that lives under the kitchen window. I left the shells in their basket, and called the porch done. It's not quite done however, because as I typed this post I realized I still have a vase out there with pussy willows and I want to put something in it's place. I just don't know what yet. Maybe a mason jar full of sand with a candle. Maybe an old sailboat if I can find one cheap enough. Something.