On a beautiful day during spring break I took the kids on a picnic at the park right around the corner from our house.
We packed up the enamel cups and metal plates we generally use while camping as well as the ticking napkins tied up with twine and a bit of rosemary from the backyard.
With the exception of two fisherman sitting next to the lake we had the park to ourselves.
Everyone said grace before enjoying the BLT sandwiches.
The heirloom tomatoes were enhanced with just a smidge of French sea salt and tasted like candy.
Rudi begged “PLEASE may I have just a little bite?”
His hunger was pacified with the dog biscuits we brought along although he would rather have had a bit of brie with apple.
The Fashionista showed off her cartwheel skills. It’s good to know that the gymnastic lessons have held up even years later.
All in all a perfect day to be barefoot in the park.
Where do you picnic?