white rocks mentioned in gift of a goblet from best damn granola
I arrived early at a friend’s house last week. I found a parking spot and strolled on her beach. It was rocky like mine but the rocks were round and thick. They were weathered and softer than sharp. I felt as though I were standing on marbles that would give way under foot. The sand, which I know existed was buried deep. Every once in a while the sight of a stark white rock would pop out. I ended up hunting for pure white rocks. Stunning and simple they captivated me. I like contrasts and I like to seek. The flat rocks in hues of pink and purple were pretty. The drift wood so small and warn was pocket worthy. But the white rocks grabbed my attention. Even the pure whiteness of them shocked me. I pick up white rocks on my own beach but they are still speckled with other color. These rocks were so white they almost didn’t seem real. The expanse of ocean was wonderful and the clouds looked fluffly and within reach.
Even beaches have a personality. This beach was more scenic and had a different beauty than my own. I can see why some coastal towns on the south shore pull people in one directions and some pull us in another. This was an expansive beach and one I will return to. It’s hard to know with so few visits what this beach would look like at low tide but I am now hungry to find out. If there was any sea glass I did not see it. It was hard to imagine any pieces turning up and finding their way through the sea of rocks though I’m sure some hearty, stubborn and resilient pieces do. Others must hide under a cushion of rockets and get blanketed by the protection of the layers.
Catch of the Day: The gift of being too early and deciding to wander outside rather than clean the car or sit and glance at a magazine.
The earrings are mine as they are a perfectly imperfect match!
Glad you are enjoying the goblets.
oxoxox