Is Life Easy and Pleasant to Engage in Without Picnics?
Nature prompt: Pleasant picnicking
As a small child, whenever I heard the nursery rhyme Teddy Bears Picnic, I’d sing along and imagine being there in the woods with the bears.
I’d conjure up the image of me as Christopher Robin (I was a tomboy) tagging along with Winnie the Pooh, his best friend Piglet, and all the other characters in the stories. Except for Owl, as I thought he’d find it childish.
My dad was a big fan of Bing Crosby, so it’s probable I heard his version in the 50's.
Isn’t it amazing? As children, we never judged or begrudged what wasn’t available to us.
We allowed our imagination to take us where anything was possible. If only we could recapture our childhood vision; innocent, our eyes shining with joy at moments lived only in our imaginations.
As we grow older, our vision blurs and we see only what we don’t have instead of applying our short-sightedness to inspecting the blessings that surround us.
I say this because I never went on a picnic as a little girl — only gave it a whirl as a grown-up. And I never owned a teddy bear until my husband bought me one after my hysterectomy. I now own four bears which sleep on our bed during the day, including Pooh Bear!
