We’ve been staying at our friend Jan’s house on Martha’s Vineyard. So this morning as the storm was clearing Jan suggested we go to the beach and collect scallops, for dinner, that had washed up on the shore. Scallop hunting was new to me, but along with the scallops I found these gorgeous shells and rocks, covered with barnacles and trailing seaweed like magical sea creatures. We took the bucket of scallops home and Jan showed me how to open and clean them. I was surprised at how alive the scallops were. One that was slightly open, slammed shut when I picked it up. With the larger ones I could feel the muscles pulling the shells together as I slipped the knife between them to cut out the scallop. And they were actually making noise in the bucket, opening and closing themselves and clanking against each other. I couldn’t resist and asked Jan, “So, do you think Scallops grieve?” Cleaning scallops is messy and tedious work. Now I understand why they are so expensive and will appreciate them even more than usual at dinner tonight.