Today, a crisp and succulent October Sunday, with the air filled with bits of confetti-like fluff, dried and set loose from the roadside reeds and puff-ball bushes by the brisk northwest wind (in celebration of what, I wonder? Oh yes! My birthday tomorrow, no doubt) was a perfect day for picking up a family mess of scallops.
This father was apparently teaching his daughter the finer points of dip-netting for scallops. I learned from my cousin Cyrus Norton.
The proper outfit is half the fun.
Headed home with this week's family limit.
