I started picnics with my son when he was about 4 years old. We already loved parks, so having a picnic was just an additional piece to our experience. We loved them so much that my son would often ask to do them again.
There’s just something about a picnic. Nothing like grabbing your favorite blanket to share with someone you love. What makes a picnic so great? Maybe it’s the simplicity of the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and the jug of juice, or maybe it’s the unusual sitting on the grass to eat with people occasionally passing by. Either way, there’s nobody I rather spend these picnics with than my son. It’s the perfect way to just be still together and enjoy the comfort of nature surrounding us. We watch as a squirrel climbs a tree. We notice the plants and flowers of the garden bent in unison due to the sudden breeze. Enjoying the various tastes of the food we packed. The fondness of our conversations and the adoring laughter between us.
We mainly have our picnics in the spring. It’s our way of easing into the warm weather and the start of many adventures to come. It’s the chill air, the warmth of the sun on our backs, the freedom of the outdoors after a long winter and the simple set up that makes a spring picnic so wonderful.
Spring also means wet weather. So, sometimes our plans get rained out. This doesn’t stop us. My son asked to have it inside, so we did. During the winter, he misses the spring & summer things we normally do, so he’ll request an indoor picnic. So, we clear the living room floor and put a comforter down. We grab juice, sandwiches and snacks. We do miss the sun and warm weather, but we enjoy the real reason for a picnic – spending simple time together.
One day, my son and I were having a picnic at the park. The breeze was blowing, I was in my sundress, and my son peacefully eating his grapes. We were engaged in a quaint brunch and a whispering conversation. Then, out of no where, two little Hispanic children came over to us. They tried to speak to us, even without knowing our language. I tried to engage back, but didn’t know how. So, they ran for the garden near us. They each grabbed a pine cone from the ground. They ran over to our blanket and started chasing each other in a circle around us. They were laughing and giggling. I giggled with them. Every time they ran to my side, they dropped a pine cone next to me. This happened about 6 times. Instead of being upset that our picnic was being interrupted, I was grateful. These children wanted to be a part of our picnic and were giving us the only thing they had to give in a way of a gift – pine cones. I loved their innocence and the love they had to share with us. Picnics have that natural welcoming sense that invites people to join together and share the joys in our hearts. This was a wonderful experience and I can only hope for many more.