This morning the weather was mild, and so the little one and I eagerly trotted down to the beach. She was here for a sleepover, such a treat for both of us. We never know what we are going to find at the beach.
‘Look, they are like rocks that float!’
Their heads didn’t come out of the water for long. We haven’t seen the black swans for months, but this morning eight of them flew in to feed.
‘I forgot about the swing, because it’s been so long.’
Heaven is the rhythm of swinging, under the pohutukawa trees, out over the sand and incoming tide, watching the floating rocks.
And looking for treasure. I’ve been searching the internet for a kit set quilt to sew for the new baby, something I can make by hand. The little one is excited by the project: ‘can I help?’
When I say that the kit set is rather expensive: ‘I have a little bit of money saved in my box. I could give you some.’
So sweet, but no. And then, another surprise. ‘Granny, look what I found on the beach!’ In her hand is a ten dollar note. ‘What shall I do with it?’
‘Let’s put it towards the baby quilt.’
Oh yes! What a happy solution.
We never know what we are going to find at the beach.
But one thing is certain. There will always be treasure.