In my imagination we pull up to a hilly countryside meadow, open the boot of the car, pull out my treasured picnic hamper that has been filled with chicken salad sandwiches, havarti cheese and crackers, crisp granny smith apples, chunky brownies, and iced tea in the thermoses. The lovely vintage tablecloth is spread upon the grassy ground and floral cloth napkins are brought out.
But this is not just a daydream........ such picnic days are being enjoyed and it is only in my imagination that I hear the picnic basket speaking in a enticingly beautiful British accent, "How lovely a picnic would do today, don't you think?"
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So beautifully written again. Do you mind if I do a 'snap' post. I have a picnic basket that is the same inside......
Yes, praying is the only reason I can remain calm in a storm of activity. There can be no other explanation.
Oh, so we even share such worldly treasures! I am assuming a 'snap' post is when you do a post along the same line? Of course, it would be agreeable with me. I would love reading about your picnic hamper. And aren't we comforted with the scripture that says,"...in everything with prayer and supplication.....make your requests be known unto GOD"?
Hi Cathy, I love that post! Finding that basket would make me smile too. Your right, although our lives are so different, we are joined by the secret thoughts around the joys of that basket that only certain people can aprreciate.
I have posted a picture of my picnic set...
I enjoy visiting with you too.
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