tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post1584176483472623977..comments2023-04-27T01:58:09.392-07:00Comments on The Brave: The sea urchin's teststrausshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277562911746970978noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-1756023830778529872007-05-08T00:15:00.000-07:002007-05-08T00:15:00.000-07:00What a beautiful nostalgic post! Those moments are...What a beautiful nostalgic post! Those moments are to be cherished forever.<BR/><BR/>The sea pulls us and sometimes keeps us apart too.gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-2723229507881022832007-05-07T18:20:00.000-07:002007-05-07T18:20:00.000-07:00What amazing childhood experiences you had - and a...What amazing childhood experiences you had - and all the more amazing that you did not take it for granted. I grew up in the city. We went to the beach for holidays, but I don't recall being so wondrous about my surroundings. <BR/><BR/>Now that I live near the beach, my kids still don't appreciate what they have. In the early years we collected shells, but we've not done so for years now. I've never been privileged to have seen a sea urchin eggs.Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05906909599853950560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-4032409877301283162007-05-07T13:16:00.000-07:002007-05-07T13:16:00.000-07:00This is a comment for your haiku this week. You do...This is a comment for your haiku this week. You don't have a place for "other" on that blog.<BR/><BR/>You wrote THE mother tanka!<BR/>And, the bear haiku was great.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-4132773010693160002007-05-07T11:15:00.000-07:002007-05-07T11:15:00.000-07:00I have such wonderful memories of the farm on KI. ...I have such wonderful memories of the farm on KI. Second to the sea, my favourite place on the farm would have to be that glorious vegetable garden. The smell of sun ripened tomatoes takes me back there everytime, and the giant Morten Bay Fig Tree... I can smell one a mile away...and Gran's pantry with all those preserves lined up on teh shelves. I just loved it there. I was looking at the pictures on the felt the overwhelming desire to visit there once again. I don't think I have been there in 16 years.<BR/>To be lulled to sleep by the sea each night mmmmm, if only.<BR/>The only sound memory I have of my childhood home is the sound of dry sticks cracking under foot as we traipsed through the scrub.<BR/>What a fine conversation this is, thank YOU :)strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10277562911746970978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-64467448683795146292007-05-07T07:52:00.000-07:002007-05-07T07:52:00.000-07:00It's beautiful.And Kangaroo Island? My kids would...It's beautiful.<BR/><BR/>And Kangaroo Island? My kids would die to go to a place with a name like that.<BR/><BR/>You ought to think about entering this month's contest--topic is travel.Scribbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03178711182424809035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-70697983936709768922007-05-07T04:40:00.000-07:002007-05-07T04:40:00.000-07:00awesome story, I grew up by the sea and took it fo...awesome story, I grew up by the sea and took it for granted. you remind me of all the beauty I had around me but never bothered to really look at.<BR/><BR/>I'm desperate to see snow, maybe not live where it snows but I want to experience it. the grass is always greener...shishyboohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06973095758897731929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-34912640430472503542007-05-07T02:51:00.000-07:002007-05-07T02:51:00.000-07:00Outed indeed, but very happy to provide the inspri...Outed indeed, but very happy to provide the inspriation - especially for your writing - your stories are always lovely to read.<BR/>By chance it was just last week that I was talking to one of my housemates about how sad it is that there's no ocean to be seen or heard or smelt in London at all.<BR/>I used to think everyone went to sleep with the sound of the sea...Brionyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04661695041333158998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-73029789533733766212007-05-07T01:49:00.000-07:002007-05-07T01:49:00.000-07:00There's definitely an important lesson in there. N...There's definitely an important lesson in there. Nicely told story.Crafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-19283128757539006802007-05-06T16:56:00.000-07:002007-05-06T16:56:00.000-07:00LOL Briony, thanks for the story inspiration ;)You...LOL Briony, thanks for the story inspiration ;)You've outed yourself.<BR/>I know you loved shell collecting and the prized treasures in the "glass cabinent". I remember you explaining its contents to "brother" and I when you were very very little. Perhaps that began the fascination for us...<BR/>I never since saw a full sea egg like that again, only once and it was in a shop in Glenelg, for sale. I was so excited to see it, I was like "that's like THE ONE".<BR/>I had forgotten about the cuttlefish collecting.<BR/>I too had so many boxes of shells, that I had to off-load some when we last moved. I only kept the very best ones. I have a few sea eggs still - wrapped in cotton wool, as you described, but they are all very small. I have a fragment of a smashed one that might have been close to the one you found, but it is somewhat faded now.<BR/>And yes, I really did think your life beside the sea was idyllic compared to our dust bowl exisitence:)strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10277562911746970978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-64810485185761070862007-05-06T16:45:00.000-07:002007-05-06T16:45:00.000-07:00strauss,What a wonderful story of a childhood memo...strauss,<BR/>What a wonderful story of a childhood memory!<BR/>The sea isolates and connects us at the same time, to the outside world. I think we all feel it's pull, and find solace in it in some way.<BR/>relrelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09030572981830789370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-6306001279694944602007-05-06T15:37:00.000-07:002007-05-06T15:37:00.000-07:00Wow - I remember that incident. :)Rest assured tho...Wow - I remember that incident. :)<BR/>Rest assured though, that just like dad and grandpa (whose collection I used to sit on the floor and stare at through the glass panels of it's own display cabinet), my sisters and I did all collect shells. <BR/>My collection was enough to fill a small cupboard and within it was a little bucket full of sea eggs - always the most highly prized, as we knew just how easily they were broken and how lucky it was to find them in one piece.<BR/>We had many small ones and one or two quite big ones that were jealously guarded. We'd find these big ones every now and then, though the number we had never rose too high as the older ones would inevitably break in some way. I do remember though that the one found that day was one of the best - and an unexpected treasure from the bay where we more often found crabs and collected cuttlefish for Gran's budgies - the best shell collecting was usually at the next bay around (hence the absolute disaster when it was smashed!)<BR/>I told stories about how big and beautiful it was for some time afterwards.<BR/>Of course, as fragile as they are all the sea eggs broke eventually, and the part of my collection that I still keep today is mostly made up of cowries and the tiniest brightly coloured fan shells and mother of pearl filled abalones scavenged from the shallow pools and freshly washed up sand - all nicely protected in plenty of cotton wool!<BR/>And I still miss the ocean if I spend too long away from it - such as where I am right now... thanks for the memory!Brionyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04661695041333158998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572754717743284391.post-82220758591845910372007-05-06T14:46:00.000-07:002007-05-06T14:46:00.000-07:00What wonderful memories for a young girl who appre...What wonderful memories for a young girl who appreciated the ocean.Tammy Brierlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14673290512175050093noreply@blogger.com