Picnic Summer

It's been a summer of picnics.

Pretty much whenever we could, I would make our lunch, we would grab our picnic blanket, and the kids and I would find a place in the shade in the side yard.

So simple, yet delightful.

We talked about what we saw and heard. We guessed the color of the next car to drive by, and the clouds wafting above us became dinosaurs in tow trucks and mama ducks with ducklings in tow. The breeze lightly tickled the hairs on our head as we inhaled all of the beautiful scents of summer.

After eating, depending on the day, we would either grab some books (and maybe some brownies) and bring them back out to the blanket, or the kids would get in their swimsuits and start shrieking in the kiddie pool. When they chose the latter, I'd put my chair close to the edge so I could submerge my feet, but sometimes I brought that picnic blanket out into the sun and lied down, basking, smelling that warm blanket scent.

We're never too old for picnics. Food always tastes better outside. Summer picnics are something I hope to always continue.