In lieu of taking our lunch to a picnic table under the shade of the tall trees, we opted for the overlook. There were no tables so we simply put our cloth on the ground next to the tall, pretty pink flowers and ate on the ground. Maybe I was especially hungry, but for some reason, it seemed that the chicken in the bucket, sitting on the tablecloth surrounded by my family, with the sun bright and the deep, crisp blue sky overhead, my chicken tasted better than any I could remember...
... there will be times when all the things she said, will fill your head, you won't forget her.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Picnic at Alms Park
In lieu of taking our lunch to a picnic table under the shade of the tall trees, we opted for the overlook. There were no tables so we simply put our cloth on the ground next to the tall, pretty pink flowers and ate on the ground. Maybe I was especially hungry, but for some reason, it seemed that the chicken in the bucket, sitting on the tablecloth surrounded by my family, with the sun bright and the deep, crisp blue sky overhead, my chicken tasted better than any I could remember...
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