I'm pretty attached to this beat up old picnic basket. It's so silly yet romantic.
It feels like the end of summer, doesn't it? I'm all right with that--fall is my favorite season. For our last summery picnic (That sounds so fatalistic...not to worry, we have them all the time!) we had large Cobb Salads -fauxish Cobb Salads, anyway- and Strawberry Shortcakes. Miam miam!
Everyone in our family loves picnics. Even that finicky cat of ours comes along. He turns his back to us and pretends to be above it all, but in I'm sure in his little furry heart he's happy to be with us.
Goodness...she doesn't have on a bow or a headband. She's practically naked! My happy little chublette can sit on the picnic table now and watch the butterflies go floating along.
(image from Dallas Butterflies)
Some of them are as big as your hand out here, particularly the black and yellow swallowtails.
I remember being pregnant and having picnics and looking forward to the day when Miss Baby could enjoy them, too. And now she can! It makes me kind of sad, too, though. I want her to stay little bitty forever. That's not gonna happen, though, is it?