There are some days that I think the weather is truly conspiring against me and my ideas of fun. I’m pretty certain that an act of malice can only be responsible for the horrid weather that has plagued me the past several weeks when I have wanted to have a picnic. Specifically, a bike-ride picnic with Daniil. For weeks now, we have been either rained out or colded out.
Yesterday was no exception. Beyond the fact that up until the day before we were told by a (mistaken) forecast that starting at noon, Sunday was to be sunny and warm.
Bullocks. This is what we got:
I don’t even.
But rather than let ourselves be deterred, the picnic had to go on! Only, inside. And with less nature. Boo. But it was still lovely. And we had a lot more pillows, to say the least. Sandwiches were made, strawberries were washed, and pasta salad was packed. We even opened the windows to listen to the rolling thunder.
And look, I finally lit the candles Daniil got me for Christmas. We’ll just ignore that it’s almost 6 months later. They smell amazing. He was pretty insistent that lighting Cappuccino, Warm Sugar, and Wedding Cake all at once was a very terrible, not-so-good idea, but I showed him. Not overpowering in the least, and not too faint, either, for that matter.
And of course no picnic would be complete without me stuffing my face full of sammich. Absolutely not.
The kicker of all this being, of course, was that after our post-picnic nap, it was bright, sunny, and hot. The rain had blown through and humidity had set in. I know, right? So the happy ending to this story is that we got the bike ride in after-all.
We’ll just pretend that the hard-shell bug flying into his eye never happened.