Happy Friday, loves!
I’m dreaming of sun, grass and faded blankets. Maybe a green river lazing by.
The Rat brought the boat alongside the bank, tied it up, helped awkward Mole safely ashore, and swung out the picnic basket. The Mole begged to be allowed to unpack it all by himself. He took out all the mysterious packets one by one and arranged their contents, gasping ‘Oh my! Oh my!’ at each fresh surprise.
-Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Wishing you a weekend of fresh surprises,