Le Dejeuner sur l’Herbe, only with way more dirt than herbe, Berkeley, CA.
After a harrowing tour through a poison oak hedge — okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but only a little, and no, nobody got any, thanks to Baba’s code red terror alert vigilance (“Don’t even LOOK at the verdant splendor at the side of the trail, children! Â Hands where I can see them! And no zig-zagging!”) — we spread out the picnic blanket in the middle of the first, wide fire trail we saw. Â From this spot we were ideally positioned to greet the mountain biking, hiking, and horse-riding passers-by. (“Greetings! No poison oak here, no siree! Have a nice day!”)
Beautiful. This picture makes me realize that I have a picnic deficiency right now. Must correct that.
Haha! I love that Baba comes with built-in code red!
To this day, with grown children, I think everything with 2,3,4 and 5 leaves is suspicious. I’m just cautious like that.
Must be something cosmic going on; I too went on a picnic this weekend! Probably not quite as nice as yours, it was half way through a 20 mile bike ride so I was too sticky and sun burnt to enjoy it. No poison oak in England either, just stinging nettles, and the first thing I learnt as a kid was which weed soothes nettle bumps (I am a little depressed to learn that “Doc Leaves” are actually “Dock Leaves…)