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.
2 comments:
I can't smell it! It just smells like computer screen!
AWWW MAN! I knew I shouldn't have downloaded that new fandangled application for smells! Hehe
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