Eating Outdoors
In the Summer, my family tries to eat outside as frequently as possible. For lunch the kids would usually make a grilled cheese and sit on the clothes line porch with our chocolate milk. Freqiently we'd have to fight off sad eyes from the dog, but there was nothing more pleasant then to sit oudoors and bask in the sunshine on your face. As time progressed and we began to work, I know I would frequently scope out a spot to enjoy my well-deserved lunch break under a tree or snuggled up on the grass. When I'd get home I was often greeted by the smell of dinner cooking, and together we'd lug our plates, utensils and food out onto the picnic table. Everyone seemed willing to help clean up if we ate outside for some reason. And for snack, after working in the garden, popsicles HAD to be eaten outside, sitting on a wagon while the sun crept down below the trees.
Now, we just sit outside because we can. On Sunday a couple of us ventured to Hiawatha, climbed up and sat on the rocks by the waterfalls. We didn't care about the pine needles, ants or what we ate. Everyone brought something, and everything was shared. We were a family. And that's just how meals should be.
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