I admit to being addicted.
Fortunately, my addiction is not illegal, expensive or fattening. I'm hooked on beachglass.
I discovered the wonders of beachglass at an early age. My parents would take me to one of Milwaukee's Lake Michigan beaches where I would construct a fiefdom of sand castles and spend hours sorting shells and rocks. And then, to my sheer delight, I discovered bright jewels mixed in with the earth-toned rocks and pebbles.
Showing these priceless gems to my mother, I was informed that they were "just old beer and soda bottles polished by the sand and waves." I was unabashed; fortunately, I could recognize beauty regardless of its provenance.
Fast forward forty-six years. My husband and I had the incredible luck to move into our new home on Lake Michigan. I found myself living in beachglass heaven.
Each year, from spring until winter when the ice shelves cover the beach, we are beachcombers. A diamond from Tiffany's couldn't possibly make me as happy as finding a tiny piece of RED beachglass. My husband scored a huge, elegantly smoothed piece of PURPLE beachglass on his birthday last year.
I would certainly agree with Robert Louis Stevenson, "The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings."
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Fortunately, my addiction is not illegal, expensive or fattening. I'm hooked on beachglass.
I discovered the wonders of beachglass at an early age. My parents would take me to one of Milwaukee's Lake Michigan beaches where I would construct a fiefdom of sand castles and spend hours sorting shells and rocks. And then, to my sheer delight, I discovered bright jewels mixed in with the earth-toned rocks and pebbles.
Showing these priceless gems to my mother, I was informed that they were "just old beer and soda bottles polished by the sand and waves." I was unabashed; fortunately, I could recognize beauty regardless of its provenance.
Fast forward forty-six years. My husband and I had the incredible luck to move into our new home on Lake Michigan. I found myself living in beachglass heaven.
Each year, from spring until winter when the ice shelves cover the beach, we are beachcombers. A diamond from Tiffany's couldn't possibly make me as happy as finding a tiny piece of RED beachglass. My husband scored a huge, elegantly smoothed piece of PURPLE beachglass on his birthday last year.
I would certainly agree with Robert Louis Stevenson, "The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings."
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