My creme de la creme sea glass reminds me of candy. All of these gorgeous pastel pieces were found on the shores of Lake Erie in Leamington and Colchester.

The beach is my candy store. I am craving something sweet, but I will wait for a strong south wind to bring more goodies to shore.

One of our favourite beaches for sea glass was Seacliff in Leamington, Ontario. Note the past tense.

The last four or five times we’ve been there, it’s been slim pickin’s. The water level is way up this year, so I think this might have something to do with it. Admittedly, we’ve only been there a handful of times within the past year, so perhaps if we went more often we would find bucketfuls like we used to.

Seacliff used to be a great place to find old glass. We found plenty of lavender sea glass on the beach, and my one and only bottle stopper.

I haven’t given up on it yet – but I think we’ll wait for a strong south wind before we head out again.

The photo above shows today’s catch. I left out a few of the ‘uncooked’ pieces.

This is my cat Caper.

She inspired this poem a few years ago. She has since become an indoor cat who goes a little hysterical for shrimp.

Mouse Chops

By Christina Friedrichsen

Black cat

chasing gull.

Bird flies,

cat cries.

Drat.

Mouse appears,

out of hole.

So much chutzpah,

that little mouse.

Splat.

Damn cat.

Eats mouse chops raw.

Leaves little mouselettes

without a ma.

Ahh.

I just added this luminous beauty to my Etsy shop. These mosaics are a bit tricky to make, but they are so worth it.  Check it out here.

Finally have the Etsy store up and running again.

This piece of amber deliciousness is available here.

On Sunday, I found Jesus at the beach. The funny thing is that we watched Evan Almighty the night before, so after my discovery I was waiting for Morgan Freeman to show up in a breezy white linen shirt with instructions to build an ark or something. I was kind of disappointed that he didn’t make an appearance.

I also found a few nice pieces of sea glass. I found about 1/5 of what I usually find at my favourite beach, but there are a few nice gems in the pile, like a chunk of frosty aqua:

I had the stellar idea of bringing the dogs to the beach on the dead-fishiest-day ever! Dead carp everywhere. My papillon found the most oozing, stinking, rotten decayed carp she could find, and rolled in it until hear back was smeared in a yellow, creamy substance that reeked beyond words. Then my border collie proceeded to do the same. Two days and one bath later, they still smell.

How do you like my new dead carp cologne?

It's intoxicating, Farley. How do you like my eau de cadaver?

Every Thursday I check Intellicast Detroit for the weekend forecast. It’s the Victoria Day weekend and warm air is on its way!!! Today it’s only 48 degrees and grey. We will definitely be heading to the shores of Lake Erie this weekend – despite astronomical gasoline prices. It’s a 100 k round trip to our little hot spot, so we probably spend a good $17 in gas.

I shot this a couple of weeks ago. Father and daughter. It’s so much more than just glass.

I haven’t been to the beach in months. I miss the water. The glass.

But I’ve loved the winter months. I am an oddity, I suppose. I can’t imagine life without winter.

But I do know mornings like this.

Morning

By CF

The sun is a bully

shaming me out of sleep.

Mirror ball stars

all gobbled up now.

Light punches me in the eyes.

Left hooks me in the lips.

It will not leave me alone.

Stalking me,

at every window –

it sears

like the tip

of a madman’s

cigarette.

I flinch.

The dust

that you leave

behind, ignites

like

the moths

that form crowds

around torches.

Damn you

sun.

Relentless brightness.

Always showing up

on time.

Wouldn’t this look festive with a red holiday sweater? These ruby red beauties were plucked from the shores of Seaham Beach in England and delicately placed inside this teardrop filigree locket. There’s only one and it’s available in my Etsy shop!