our first picnic this year

The first Sunday it was warm enough to picnic, we packed our sandwiches and headed to the park for the afternoon. I'm sorry to report that my ee cummings book has mysteriously disappeared, but I guess that's why we have smart phones and the internet, and excerpts like these:

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”  
- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast 

“If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.” 
- Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

“It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” 
- Mark Twain