I haven’t stressed enough the educational opportunities afforded by foraging. For instance, the art of counting!
Can’t you see me explaining to the game warden why we’ve exceeded our limit: “She did the counting. It was her!”
Yesterday was a banner day. A minus tide, sixty-five degrees, and sunny. We dug limits of clams and oysters, and got a pile o’ mussels too. Once everyone had left with their gunnysacks full, the kids stripped off their mud-caked clothes and went skinny-dipping. Good times.