Summer Picnic

Watermelon and Lemonade...

Deviled eggs and potato salad... 

Fresh strawberries and a dance in 

the Meadow where flowers bloom... 

Potatoes planted under a full Moon

Spring onions in a row gathered in a 

misty rain where kisses caress the stars...  

Succulent tomatoes with seeds sweet 

on the tongue when we were young 

in a Garden of  mosaic memories... 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You have me dancing barefoot in the flowered meadows here Pat and delightful it is too. Especially knowing that there is a sumptuous picnic at hand. I love home made potato salad, and in the hot weather we have been having, it has graced our table often. It is also the season for strawberries and I have had more than a few helpings of those topped with cream. Your picnic is making my mouth water Pat. I am wanting to gate crash your memories. What wonderful memories you have of when you were young.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... dancing in a field of wild flowers is the best exercise ever. Summer is a time for a Frolic and may work up an appetite. How wonderful to make potato salad. My aunt would even include a little cucumbers and fresh tomato. A pot of beans with onions, and buttermilk and cornbread... helps to survive until the Restaurants are safe once again. Thank you for crashing my memories. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Such a pleasure Pat. Enjoy the rest of the day.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Pat. I love the warm days of Spring. Good days for a picnic. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John… we have blueberries 🫐 basking on the delicate bushes that first merged with white flowers… soon we will serve the berries with Cream and Oatmeal… thank you for sharing your thoughts of Sun-filled moments. softly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work and you are welcome dear Pat.

[DIVYA]

This was a garden planted with such love. Every line was so beautifully delicious to read. So many wonderful memories of youth. You're truly blessed, dear Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear DIVYA… your charming words have colored my Day with the taste 👅 of strawberry Jam… Mothers Day is appearing Soon with flowers in bloom. Your ❤️ lovely words are Summer sweet. tenderly, Pat

[DIVYA]

Summers are the sweetest and best time of the year. Enjoy the day, dear Pat.

[LitlSistr420]

This is such a great poem!! It is short and sweet!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest little sister… two years later… I am catching up to wish you a ❤️ lovely Summer with delicious treats like Watermelon 🍉 Hugs, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

Yum I'm coming too cause I cant grow anything I guess i will have to steal from your garden unless i develop a taste for weeds:(

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Bunny... I know you are a Gourmet Cook.. so I could learn a lot from you. I wish I could grill fresh Salmon with scallions and what else?? Perhaps in tin foil... otherwise I don’t care for the taste but I need to cook it for hubby Roger as he needs it for Protein when you take dialysis three times a week. Basil and Thyme and other herbs and spices... are you drooling yet.
Thanks for the Inspiration. Always, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

He is one lucky & loved fellow:)

[Patricia Wedel]

You could be buddies... Roger grew up in Staten Island. Si do you ever Grill Salmon on an outdoor Grill? I know it is good for you to eat. Always, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

I only bake salmon it is so unpredictable on the grill:( I use that foil technique for more forgiving fishes:)

[Patricia Wedel]

Thanks Bunny... I need a new Oven...
would Salmon cook well in a Wok ?
I wonder... Pat

[barleygirl]

Summer is a picnic & you've captured so many of the nuances that make it so. Being housebound for 6 years, eggs are one of those things that can't be gotten via online ordering, so your first line made me drool into my morning coffee! This poem rescued me from a recent bout of political wrangling, which I hardly ever do & now I wish I hadn't. I came to WC to refresh my spirit, get my mind off grinding, & this poem is exactly the sustenance I was seeking. Thanks for slaking my thirst! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... we can start our own heirloom 🌶 vegetables... just need the sun and rain. Living in the Mountain you have the warm summer rain to shower and sing 🎶 sing about flowers... Bon appetite...
we live in America and have the right to choose ... even our 👞 shoes. There may be much to say about both sides.. we still have time to decide. Have a delightful Summer 💕 love... tenderly, Pat

[Roland Petrov]

I love this! I write poems about food too. I remember how sweet the tomatoes were on the farm I grew up on in England. Now you have to find an heirloom tomato, and get lucky with it, in order to enjoy a tomato that tastes like anything at all.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Roland... it is true about tomatoes. When I was growing up in the 50's you could go to roadside markets and buy and/or pick delicious home grown tomatoes like "Big Boy" and so forth. Now it is difficult to find roadside gardens in the country. When you buy tomatoes in the grocery Store... for me... Wegmans has organic heirloom tomatoes, however I get gout from the Red tomatoes, however, the Yellow heirloom tomatoes do not cause "Uric Acid in your foot, or toes or heel... but I cheat and have Red one once in a while. When I was growing up I would eat a dozen red tomatoes all summer, and buttered Corn on the Cob was all I wanted. At least I have my memories. Now all that butter would be too many calories. Thanks for your lovely review. truly, Pat

[Samuel Dickens]

Wow... do I ever want to get invited to that picnic. Not since I was young have I been to such a thing. Magnificent, they were.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Samuel... Picnics are best with cold Watermelon and all the trimmings under a big shade tree. We will get back to the outdoors every chance we have... You have an open Invitation when Summer sizzles along with hot dogs on the Grill garnished with onions and relish, mustard and Ketchup... gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

I want to be at that picnic! Yes I remember those myself. I love your images of all the yummy food and the chosen words. and especially the last line...."in a garden of mosaic memories.." a refreshing write in times of turmoil. Fondly, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... our city has a reservoir called Motts Run... there are Picnic tables with permanent Barbecue grills to the side... perhaps about six where families can bring a Picnic and fish off the Dock. They rent about 7 or so Canoes with paddles. I prefer the fishing boats with electric motors. Because it is a Reservoir, no gasoline motors are allowed. It is peaceful. Of course now that there is social distancing, we have not even called to see if they are open. But for years the open in April or May and close in September. When I was a child, we hd Picnics at the Tital Basin in Washington, D.C. as I grew up in Maryland. It is good therapy during this time of turmoil on so many levels, it is refreshing to
write and read poetry that may lift our Spirits enough to find a balance, although even that is becoming more difficult. Thanks for stopping by to share your memories. Tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Sounds like a dreamy place!

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, I remember those summer picnics. Family was always around and good friends too. Your imagery brought me right back there, Pat. Yes, memories are mosaics.....multi-colored and all different shapes. Good one. Lydi***

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... wonderful to share memories when
we had Picnics with all the food that you only enjoy when Summer arrives. It seems Watermelon was my favorite. Our weather is definitely moving into Summer. The fish are hopping and the living is easy.
gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... Picnics are precious memories...
the sweetness of strawberries with family and friends, and then there were Corn roasts by moonlight and firelight... innocent days that keep us together. I cherish your reviews. tenderly, Pat

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

And what beautiful memories made up of pieces ...some new some found some broken...lying around...making the perfect picture of now...delicious sweet strawberry’s...🌹🌹🌹

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Kelly... so lovely to see your Roses in a row.
I do tend to write my poetry in many verses of different settings... but life can actually be very inspiring when spring fever causes us to write
from sunrise to sunset. Lovely to share the beginning of a new way of thinking and tossing a Coin. May your Summer find you in the warm folds of a Rose where every thing seems to be fresh and sweet.
gently, Pat