Sundays are a nice time for the Shell Queen and me. We leave the house around 8:30am, stop for a little breakfast and make our way out to Sanibel. After finding a Junonia on Saturday, we knew the odds of finding something spectacular two days in a row were pretty low. That didn’t mean we had to be. We set up our umbrella and took in the view. The Queen sat atop her shell pile and I hit the water (still warm this time of year). No write-home-to-Mom type shells, but a decent haul none the less. I’m not complaining. See the black jingle shell in the middle?