▷▸ beach combing

exceptionally crazy weather

super spring high tides

reveal treasure

Pseudolimea Duplicata

a jurassic bivalve 

{it is handy when one of your knit club friends

has a husband interested in palaeontology}

and a memory of an Ogden Nash poem

At midnight in the museum hall

The fossils gathered for a ball

There were no drums or saxophones,

But just the clatter of their bones,

A rolling, rattling, carefree circus

Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas.

Pterodactyls and brontosauruses

Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses.

Amid the mastodontic wassail

I caught the eye of one small fossil.

"Cheer up, sad world," he said, and winked—

"It's kind of fun to be extinct."