Out comes the blanket, the tea, and the munchies...

[jjhunter]

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

Comments

[spiralsheep]

The use of one image expanded into a whole current scene and then past history works well (although my olive oil has always been green so that made me double-take "blonde" as an incongruity with my experience, heh). Thank you for sharing.

[untonuggan]

Thanks for appreciating. This poem makes me want tomato sauce, but also kind of dread it...