Mosey and I had a little picnic the other day near the Lake Harriet Rose Garden. We had a fine time eating some cheese and fruit , a few crackers and some tamari almonds. Simplicity itself. I even brought along tin plates, cups and cloth napkins to make it really feel like a post-war picnic. We sat on a bench under a huge old oak tree and watched the planes fly overhead, one after another. They were low and loud and mom commented on every one: "There must be an airport near here." My response each time: "Yup, there's one not too far away." Another plane, another loop of an endless conversation.
