Sunday in the Park with Bob

I love picnics. So when I pulled back the curtains this morning and saw what a beautiful, bright and shining day this was, my first reaction was to think of parks and picnics and lying on a blanket in the sun. Just a short drive away, down Meridian Avenue, is Cornwall Park… a swath of green in the midst of paved parking lots and freeways. With shady groves of cedar, sunny open fields, blooming shrubs, bike and walking trails, birds and squirrels, it is a peaceful retreat from the hustle and bustle of city life. So we picked up a turkey sub at Subways, chocolate chip cookies, and bottles of lemon iced tea, and headed to Cornwall Park. We spread a blanket in the sun, in the middle of a patch of English daisies. Families rode by on their bicycles, people walked their dogs, and groups of young people threw Frisbees back and forth across the field. I opened my new Robin Cook novel and read, all thoughts of cancer far, far away. It is Sunday. The sun is shining. A little beagle pup stops by to inspect the remains of our picnic, her tail thumping happily while her owner tries to call her away. I savor this day, not knowing how many I have left.

... PLM