I can't imagine anyone needs to see any more pictures of Beeson picnics, but here they are nonetheless. The foreboding clouds gathered even as we did. We grilled as quickly as we could. Nolan said a prayer asking a blessing on the food, adding a request for a rain delay.
We ate in the sure knowledge that we had to enjoy the food and the company while we could.
When you scroll through the pictures you will see the progessing darkness. I would have taken a picture of everyone scattering , but I was scattering with them and I didn't want to get my phone wet. So, picture it for yourself: lonely toys, tables, chairs and grills in the middle of the front lawn.
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