Sunday was our family picnic.
It is something the monkeys look forward to all year.
So does my father-in-law, if the emails he begins sending out in January are any indication.
We picnic at Lewis Morris Park, an enormous, beautiful local park.
The area we reserve has a ball field, a playground, fields, and nature paths.
Snacks, burgers, dogs, sausage and peppers, s’mores.
We have it all.
This year, the skies opened up on us five different times, but we persevered.
Finally, after the fifth rain, we called it a day, but that was around 5:30 and we had been there since 10 am.
It was a good day.
