tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post1851777098275719227..comments2024-03-28T21:42:05.069-04:00Comments on everyday amazing: Picnic, Then & NowGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213172239590722747noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-30522465691722475172019-05-02T03:42:17.894-04:002019-05-02T03:42:17.894-04:00I like the way you have contrasted then and now in...I like the way you have contrasted then and now in the two paragraphs, Grace. Like Björn, I prefer the more intimate ‘picnics’ with my husband, although I am looking forward to picnics with my daughter and grandson. Your haiku is beautiful, with the geese and the April clouds, a (picnic) blanket in the sky – and my favourite flowers!Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-11859847664479505582019-05-01T04:33:01.465-04:002019-05-01T04:33:01.465-04:00it's the sharing that matters most, isn't ...it's the sharing that matters most, isn't it? ~grapelinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14929030339206629628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-48856745941112228402019-04-30T20:48:12.047-04:002019-04-30T20:48:12.047-04:00Ah, fun honesty of the transitions of life, and ye...Ah, fun honesty of the transitions of life, and yet the deep values still held. Well said.Sabio Lantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12963476276106907984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-48662106729570008232019-04-30T20:33:44.273-04:002019-04-30T20:33:44.273-04:00A moving account of the evolution of picnicing. Be...A moving account of the evolution of picnicing. Beautifully rendered, Grace!Frank J. Tassonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11034177573832896440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-86649073993166297772019-04-30T14:15:22.655-04:002019-04-30T14:15:22.655-04:00It's funny, but natural how things change as w...It's funny, but natural how things change as we (and kids) get older.<br />I love the haikuMerril D. Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07208799388236948565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-42526641852273757652019-04-30T10:40:14.895-04:002019-04-30T10:40:14.895-04:00A big, noisy gathering of families with homemade d...A big, noisy gathering of families with homemade dishes or a quiet catered meal with couples...both are a pleasure!lynn__https://www.blogger.com/profile/03991892804149727665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-1750763500535360072019-04-30T07:19:10.193-04:002019-04-30T07:19:10.193-04:00Food brings people together, and picnics are one w...Food brings people together, and picnics are one way of doing that. It's probably more worth it if the children go along. Perhaps one day your grandkids will tag along.Fatima Fakierhttp://www.fatimafakierwrites.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-57478967713955809072019-04-30T06:55:59.136-04:002019-04-30T06:55:59.136-04:00I love this. It resonates with how I feel about th...I love this. It resonates with how I feel about the earlier years and our picnics on the beach with family and friends. This is lovely. Thank you for sharing.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-53556642737181512172019-04-29T19:47:04.361-04:002019-04-29T19:47:04.361-04:00Love the Haiku!Love the Haiku!Dwight L. Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07992133580674047782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-64500856712774410092019-04-29T19:46:43.269-04:002019-04-29T19:46:43.269-04:00I understand this one completely. We had the same ...I understand this one completely. We had the same situation when going to the beach. We took everything along.... Now we just like to walk with a stick! Great story Grace!Dwight L. Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07992133580674047782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-3607876724846111682019-04-29T18:35:43.731-04:002019-04-29T18:35:43.731-04:00The people that matter indeed, not always where yo...The people that matter indeed, not always where you are.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-23607806620070446212019-04-29T18:28:29.520-04:002019-04-29T18:28:29.520-04:00such a sweet flowing haibun Grace, thank you for s...such a sweet flowing haibun Grace, thank you for sharing the memories, times have changed but the bonds of friendship and community still strong.that says a lot about you as a wonderful human too. i like that as your load gets lighter, metaphorically and temporally, the time outdoors is enjoyed with a new found vigour. your haiku is a tender ode to nature's delicate season, spring, gentle and swiftGinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11492243429734804802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-61917102891978333162019-04-29T18:04:29.089-04:002019-04-29T18:04:29.089-04:00The size and style of picnics does change over the...The size and style of picnics does change over the years. It is almost always preferable in spring months, though anytime can be right if it's with the right person.Kathy Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12326495504453579091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-85072174707594795072019-04-29T17:27:58.840-04:002019-04-29T17:27:58.840-04:00Grace, what fabulous memories for you. Your haiku ...Grace, what fabulous memories for you. Your haiku is stunning.Linda Lee Lyberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669367010600000396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-26940346475766247742019-04-29T17:00:36.557-04:002019-04-29T17:00:36.557-04:00Friends are what matters most in a picnic.Friends are what matters most in a picnic.Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-6724185449747295072019-04-29T16:56:04.338-04:002019-04-29T16:56:04.338-04:00I had a big family too, and often we would meet at...I had a big family too, and often we would meet at a park or lake or pond, and break bread. I got to meet and play with a ton of cousins, most of which I lost contact with in my 20's.Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-53797675900264084442019-04-29T16:42:35.249-04:002019-04-29T16:42:35.249-04:00I have to admit, as I've gotten older the idea...I have to admit, as I've gotten older the idea of a picnic is less appealing, but I really do have a lot of good memories attached to picnics. Like you say--it's the relationships that are truly important.Teresahttp://razzamadazzle.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-52564229889887990032019-04-29T16:41:17.604-04:002019-04-29T16:41:17.604-04:00I love this haiku too. Picnics are too fraught to ...I love this haiku too. Picnics are too fraught to be enjoyable in my limited experience.Jane Doughertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14700193165487305298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-84538759253193835432019-04-29T15:48:05.895-04:002019-04-29T15:48:05.895-04:00I love your haiku - I see you and your husband as ...I love your haiku - I see you and your husband as the geese, still travelling together even though things have changed. And you're right, friendship is the most important thing. sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01756314170839177900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4856662679041828863.post-69191182771227312752019-04-29T15:13:37.428-04:002019-04-29T15:13:37.428-04:00I have never enjoyed those big picnics you describ...I have never enjoyed those big picnics you describe... our picnics have always been more about having a meal as part of a walk... But it's fun to make your own sandwiches I think :-)brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.com