I have been kayaking and swimming and beaching and shopping and thrifting and sightseeing and simply enjoying the wonder that is my family.
And I am wonderfully, joyously, exhaustedly tired.
So last night, I watched the Olympics, yawned, stretched and announced to my family I was not going to be writing a post for tomorrow.
Can you believe it?
And I do have things to post.
Wonderful, exciting, creative posts.
But you see…..there’s this family…..and this beach.
But I guess the family was worried.
They were worried that there would not be a post for Thistlewood Farm.
Concerned about me.
Concerned that I was tired.
Concerned that a day might pass without a little blog update.
Because when I woke up this morning…..renewed and refreshed and ready to head to the beach….this post was waiting on the laptop…..
…..waiting to be published today.
A new post.
Written for just for me.
It seems last night my teenage PR executive had been working overtime writing a post for today.
So today’s post is a little different.
Today’s post is brought to you by the sweetest, most incredible, thoughtful son in America.
Girls and Clams
Collecting beach souvenirs is not for the faint of heart.
From collecting driftwood to harvesting clams, you must have an iron will and an eagle eye.
And not be scared of a few hermit crabs.
Today, we took my sisters out to a sand bar for the first time.
My brother and I were intent on gathering dinner in the form of large sea clams.
My sisters, not so much.
“THERE ARE HERMIT CRABS OUT HERE?!?!
Matters got worse when I showed them the sand dollars.
And don’t even get me started on what happened when we asked them to hold the clams.
Eventually, they were rescued by my brother, who brought them a kayak to paddle back in.
In the meantime, we had captured 8 clams, and learned an important lesson.
Sand bars are not for everyone.
So, while there are many things to do at the beach, there is one important thing to remember when choosing your activity:
Never force a cheerleader to hold a giant sea clam.
PS Dear PR Executive…..I won’t let your sisters read this