they say the queen mother liked to picnic everyday. she lived to the ripe old age of 102. maybe she was onto something.
it has been beautiful here lately. high 70s. breezy. late summer fantastic. so nice, in fact, that we decided to picnic in our nearby city park with leftovers from last weekend's dinner party - a feast of risotto, bread salad, beet salad, and caprese salad. i know that dab is still coming to terms with her move to the middle, but i am hoping afternoons like this will make it all feel better - even for a little while. i know this weather and the feeling of grass between my toes sure helps me.