We have a very beautiful park in my town featuring a couple of lakes, many acres of greenery and some gardens. It is not uncommon to see wedding parties in the summer months take advantage of the location. It is also my favorite place for a picnic - conceptually. The reality of the summer months include bugs of different sorts, flies and mosquitoes. I happen to draw them to myself almost exclusively no matter who else is with me. The only person I know that these creatures favor over me is J. So when she was still home, we talked about picnic in the park in idea terms knowing full well we were unlikely to actually implement it. We hung out a coffee shops and in the museum if we both had something to do but wanted a change of scenery away from home. A couple of week ago, I finally realized my idea of having a picnic in the park. Something any number of other people have done innumerable times in their lives. For me it was a novel experience entirely to lay on the grass beneath the sha
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