Family picnics. For my whole life & from my earliest memories, which for me start around the age of three, there have always been family picnics.
Tartan check throws, wicker picnic baskets, Oma's potato salad, Opa's stories, ball games and a leisurely stroll after we fill our bellies, only to come back & bask in the sun some more, and feast on sweet cakes & sip warm tea. With the setting sun and coolness of the early evening sending us home.
On Good Friday we gathered once more, at an old favourite, to share our time like we have done so many times before.
A few photos.
My wish for you Lola & Maeve, is for a lifetime of family picnics just like this one.