The Best Part of a Picnic

I love picnics. I love to plan them. I love packing the basket. I love finding a table in the perfect spot. I love the breeze on my face. I love looking around at sky, trees, and other picnickers. The best part of a picnic occurs after the food is eaten and the lighter basket taken home. It’s the “doggy-bag” of happiness, that leftover that will last until tomorrow or even many days to come without refrigeration.