8.26.2009

Picnic in the park.

Our no-fail remedy for feeling cooped up is a picnic in the grass. Even on a week night, even after dark! We're wild like that. Yesterday, we drove to Tom Sawyer State Park, spread out a blanket and ate black beans, avocados and fried plantains. Then there were creeks and cat tails, running dogs, handstands and cartwheels, exploring fields with high grasses, model airplanes doing loopty loos and sunsetty skies.


Check out this rad titanium spork. Jealous?


Some of Kurt's charming eating faces.


Baby Harold is finally growing into his running legs.
See the muscles on that tiny beast?



7 comments:

  1. that's what i'm talkin' about, a picnic on a weeknight. i need to be less rigid in those respects :)

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  2. There's nothing quite as fun as a summertime picnic.

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  3. Raena! I wish we could have a picnic together.

    Brandy, you deserve to have a picnic life. And of course, you're welcome to join anytime, you know this. :)

    Hi, You Are My Fave lady. Thank you for stopping by. (I really enjoy reading your blog.) I usually second your favorites.

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