This past week has been picnic weather.
We have basked like snakes beneath the blue skies and sun, watched fluffy clouds drift lazily above our heads. We have taken off your shoes and let you feel the grass beneath your toes, given you tastes of hummus from our fingertips. We have laughed together, played together. You have discovered a new game – ‘Boo’ – and claimed it as the Best Thing Ever.
It reminds me of other picnics.
We revised for our GCSEs in this park, your mama and I. Fifteen years old. We spread a blanket across the grass and munched Mini Eggs as we swotted over our tomes.
We discussed most of our dreams in this park across the years. Walking the dog(s) multiple times daily has given us plenty of opportunities to spend focused ‘us time’ here.
And now we have you.
It has been picnic weather and we have been playing with our dreams.