Monday Morning Musings

Posted on July 19, 2021 under Monday Morning Musings with 2 comments


Leah’s Beach Treasures


“Roll out those lazy, crazy, hazy days of summer,

Those days of soda, and pretzels and beer,

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer,

Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer”.

Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer – Nat King Cole

What does one do on a lazy, hazy day in the summertime?

Last week, I had the pleasure of spending mornings with my two young granddaughters. In truth, I didn’t have to do a whole lot because, as we grandparents know, it is much easier looking after two children than one. No explanation required. They did arts and crafts, spent some time on their electronic devices, and hung out at local playgrounds. In the middle of the week, one of them had to go away with her mom for a few days leaving me to amuse an 8-year-old.

Now, as fate would have it, the first day of one on one child care coincided with the British Open golf tournament. I used to play a lot of golf and thoroughly enjoy watching the four “Majors”. I particularly enjoy the British Open because of the time difference. The golf comes on early in the morning Atlantic time (in the middle of the night for you west coasters) and winds up early in the evening. If you are masochistic (and single), you can get away with watching approximately 14 hours of coverage.

I started watching the first round at 6:30 a.m., two hours before the arrival of my granddaughter. It was one of those lazy, hazy days of summer. It was warm and breezy but overcast. She asked me if she could start off her morning with some screen time. I barely blinked. She settled in with her iPad and I continued to watch golf. I daresay that both of us would have, in all likelihood, been quite content to rot for the entire morning doing nothing but gazing at a screen.

After one hour, my Catholic guilt got the better of me. While it wasn’t an ideal beach day, it looked like a perfect day for beach combing. Our quest? Beach glass. Believe it or not, in Nova Scotia, Canada’s Ocean Playground, there is a Facebook page (Halifax Adventure) highlighting the best beaches in the province for finding beach glass.

We drove to the public beach at Bayfield. Not surprisingly, the parking lot was virtually empty at this time of the day, especially on an overcast day. We crossed the boardwalk and made our way to the beach. Our toes had scarcely touched the warm sand when my granddaughter excitedly called me over to where she was standing. “Look what I found?” Instead of a smooth piece of green glass, she was holding two nickels which she had found in the sand. I knew we wouldn’t return home empty handed!

The quest began. We had the beach to ourselves. The only other living things were two extremely bored lifeguards and one highly annoying horse fly. I realize that a horse fly fits somewhere into the food chain but as far as I can tell, God made horse flies to test a human’s sanity.

The weather was ideal for this activity. There was no hot sun beating down. The waves gently rolled in, and a warm wind embraced us, keeping all but one, pesky insects away from us.

I hadn’t been beachcombing in a long time, but it became evident that there are two essentials to finding beach glass: you need very good eyesight, and you need the ability to get close to the ground. On both scores, I rated a big fat zero. I was more or less reduced to being the bucket carrier. Yes, I could easily identify rotted out crab shells and stones but trying to spot small pieces of beach glass was virtually impossible.

As it turns out, the pickings were slim. My granddaughter, down on her haunches, was able to find 14 small pieces of glass. She also found many interesting stones and shells which were added to the bucket. For more than an hour, we inched our way along the shoreline, slowly and methodically. If you find life rushed, may I suggest that you go beachcombing with a young child. It is the perfect activity to slow you down.

It was peaceful and pure bliss. The only sounds were the waves and the odd seagull passing overhead. The smell of salty ocean air was divine.

One cannot end a day at the beach without ice cream. We drove over to the wharf but sadly, the ice cream stand wasn’t open, which was perfectly understandable. When we returned to town, we visited an ice cream stand a few hundred yards away from my apartment.

Summer is about many things but spending time with a young child at the beach is one of those things that is priceless.

It is a chance to bond and to relive your youth.

It doesn’t get much better than this. As long as you don’t have to bend down!

Have a great week.

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