once i step foot on the panoply of colors, a patchwork quilt of mix-matched old swimming towels, my mind shifts to a much more peaceful realm: i am on a picnic. picnics are indulgence. picnics are eating on the ground, cross-legged, half-asleep in the sun. picnics allow time to slow down, for one's blood to warm and inch sluggishly through veinal courses. crumpled paper bags, devoured cookies, and dreamy stares at a creamy azure sky.
we may have been only in our back yard, but on our island of towels, we were a world away. an afternoon vacation. we laughed. husband said we were like "English people: we have no tan and we strip to shorts and tank tops, thinking its hot when it's only 67 degrees (19.4 C)!" I got a kick out of that. (yes dearest English readers, I know it is only a stereotype, thats what makes it even sillier.)
notice how some trees have leaves and others none at all! oh springtime!
3 comments:
Oh, How much I miss outdoor picnics. These photos are lovely!
Hurrah for silly old picnics and all the old fashioned fun!
I can't wait to go down to blanket business and lemonade stands...
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Victoria
We are doing exactly the same thing today! Viva la backyard!
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