This basket was washed up on Aarons Beach a few weeks ago. These always remind me of picking daffodils as a child. We'd go through the fields picking up the bunches and placing them in these baskets--which were then submerged in metal buckets of water in the dark, cool barn before the flowers were packed up and shipped off in large cardboard boxes to commercial markets.
Most people around here associate them with fresh seafood, too.
Unrelated to anything thus far, my surgery took longer than I anticipated to recover from. I was expecting to trot back in to work on Monday after a follow-up visit with the surgeon, but he actually wanted me out another whole week. I was lethargic and just generally weak. No appetite, no strength, nothing. Nada. Since this is the busy season at work, and we're already short-staffed as it is, however, I chose to
ignore the surgeon's advice compromise and have been going in to work half days. I race home early and take two-hour naps.
But finally today I'm feeling a little stronger. And I'm eating a little bit.
If I can survive next week, which is our absolute busiest at work, the following week I'll be on a
much-anticipated vacation.
I can't wait.
I hope all is well in your world.