Kissing a man with a beard…
“Kissing a man with a beard is a lot like going to a picnic,” Minnie Pearl is quoted as saying. “You don’t mind going through a little bush to get there!”
Well – I didn’t kiss a man with a beard today, but I did have a picnic. The first one of the season.
What could be more wonderful than sitting on a picnic blanket, enjoying some wine and cheese and looking up into the sky.
Swallows fly overhead, a plane leaves its mark in the clear blue sky, birds sing in the trees. A bug crawls over a dandelion.
A puppy comes running, attracted by the food. Its owner tries to call it back, but the little dog doesn’t listen. It sniffs the bread, wants to have some of it. But then the dog’s owner comes, grabs the puppie, apologizes and scolds the dog.
Joggers come running by. Students play frisbee and laugh. Others talk on their mobile phones.
As the sun sets, people one by one put their t-shirts back on, pack up, go home.
The simple joys of life are so wonderful.