What happens to all our treasure once it comes back from the beach?
Mama sorts it on the ledge of the cottage's front porch.
And re-sorts, and re-organizes, every night.
(It's kind of like therapy.)
Lucy un-sorts it all each day. And dumps. And pours. And throws, and drops, and scatters. And delivers some to us as gifts.
And shares the joy with Mama all over again.