Mountains in Bloom was awarded a third place ribbon during the Gilmer Arts Juried Harvest Show.
I just finished this photo book in Shutterfly. It's my third one. The first one was an illustrated story for my grandson.
Easy and fun.
If you ever find the cleanest and nicest conch shell in the Florida panhandle shore, this is its story.
"Mama, remember the nice shell that Abuela gave me yesterday? I can't find it. I put it last night on top of the dresser. During the night, it was making a rattling sound and, in my sleep, I moved it to the night table on top of a book and later, because it kept rattling, I moved it again next to the book. But it's not there..."
That's how it started. In reality it started the previous day when I found a beautiful conch shell during one of our excursions around the Florida coast. I brought it back to the house we were renting and washed it several times, even using dish detergent to remove all the dirt from it. I stopped short of putting it in the dishwasher because I though the rest of the family would not appreciate having the dishes washed together with a shell.
Once clean, it was really a nice shell.
After Iya’s announcement, her mother said: “There was probably a hermit crab inside". Her statement started a complete room search of the now ‘believed to be a crab’ shell. Despite Iya’s worries about sharing her room with a crab, the rest of the family, me included, could not stop looking at each other and laughing. The room was thoroughly searched and no shell or suspected crab was found.
We told Iya that she was safe in her bed, high from the floor but she was not convinced. And she was right, as we later found out during an Internet search for more information about hermit crabs - they can actually climb rocks and objects with ease.
After our unsuccessful room search we extended it to the whole house, only half believing that we really had a crab in the house and thinking that maybe somebody was playing a joke on us.
We covered every inch of the house, even the other bedrooms and the downstairs entrance, but we could not find anything. Finally Iya's father decided to lift all the sofas and heavy chairs. There it was, underneath one of the sofas, probably confused trying to understand the sudden change in its environment.
After more laughs and sighs of relief, and of course tons of photos, we decided to take Jack, as we named it, closer to the water in the sound side of the island. Because of my actions, Jack the Hermit Crab had to go through the heartache of relocation. Hopefully he will find this new place to his liking. At least now he has the cleanest conch shell in town although I am not sure he appreciates it.
at St. George Island, Florida.
And a little later...