On this very rainy day, I'm dreaming of the simple joys of picnics...
"He looked in the refrigerator and found four lemons and made a jar of lemonade. He found cold chicken, and then, a fine wedge of Brie and French rolls. There were berries left from breakfast, and Puny's banana bread that hadn't even been cut.
He put it all into a picnic basket and fetched a starched tablecloth out of the bottom drawer of the buffet."
--Jan Karon At Home in Mitford
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