Good Old Days Magazine

Perfect Day for a Picnic

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
—John Lubbock

or a perfect picnic, combine blue skies and marshmallow-fluff clouds and top it with a lemon-slice sun. That may be the ideal recipe, but over the years, our picnics have taken place in a variety of meteorological conditions. One time we huddled together, swathed in damp blankets and shivering, under a dripping shelter house. Three weeks

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