Every late spring when the weather becomes warm and sunny, the grass turns green and local asparagus finds its way into my fridge, my daydreaming also shifts into full throttle. I fantasize about all of the wonderful things that will come with the warm weather: the street festivals, sunny patios, lying in the grass, yard sales, gardening, and fresh fruit that I'll be rolling in all day, all night. The whirlwind of possibilities lifts my spirits, knowing that my weekends and weeknights will be filled with certain adventure and laughter.
We loaded our picnic accoutrements into a backpack and a cooler, and boarded the streetcar to nearby Riverdale Park. We laid out our large blanket comfortably in the shade of two maple trees, among the patches of clover, and along the slope of a hill so we could watch the going-ons of the other park patrons, nibble on good food, spot birds doing birdy things, chit-chat about nothing, and snooze the day away. It was one of the best days of the summer.