As I prepare for my picnic journey, I realize how much I love those large hand woven wicker picnic baskets. As I fill my basket with cubed cheese, crackers, juicy green apples, freshly picked grapes, and a bottle of fine wine. As I place the handmade red-checkered blanket my grandmother made for me many years ago into the basket, I realize the simple things in life that we take for granted. I can almost he

As I approach my destination it was a familiar place for I have been here many times to this secret haven. It is a beautiful place where I can really enjoy nature in its natural state. I grab my grandmothers neatly folded blanket and lift it into the air, as it falls gracefully to the ground it laid neatly on the uncut wild grass. I took my time as I consumed an entire basket of food while savoring every moment, without distraction. The beauty of nature encircled me as I drank the sweet wine that has a natural aroma that seduces my senses. I hear the birds singing a familiar song that I can't quite place. It's a song that makes me think of freedom and the harmony that nature brings me.

ar my grandmothers voice say, as I draped the magnificently hand woven blanket upon my basket, "never live your life in regret for that is truly when you start growing old", I then proceeded to close the lids medita

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