Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Picnic in the Park

I'm not sure why I didn't think of this sooner: Picnics.

I always talk about how I'm a picnic-er and surrounded by like-minded, picnicy people.  That's a given.  But I didn't realize that there is a hole in my picnicy identity.  I've been partaking in way too many fake picnics and not enough real ones.  So Kate and I went on a picnic this week.

Here are the sights and smells of our picnic:

What beautiful grass looks like.
I rarely see it, but it exists.

The Spread

The Park

The Smell

Conclusion: There's no longer a hole.


AElizabeth said...

I can't smell it! It just smells like computer screen!

Kater said...

AWWW MAN! I knew I shouldn't have downloaded that new fandangled application for smells! Hehe