Plonked on the side of a rural Vermont mountain (what other kind is there???) in an environ like what equates to my native Australian nunga nunga, (read, waaay out there ) it is pretty hard not to become totally absorbed in the bursting of the Spring season and all its charming promise.

Call me a tragic, but I tend to find these few months a frothy tulle kind of time, filled with all kinds of piquancy and budding surprises.

It’s a Rainbow Time – when things that may appear to be one thing are really another – full of heartwarming wonder. A spellbinding season that lures past the predictable … and into the romance of the picnic

I have always loved a picnic and, until recently, AP and I would often find ourselves trekking up the side of a mountain or hiking valley trails to find the perfect spot to wile away the day. Smitten with this back-to-nature activity we became exceptionally organised and could happily adapt to any picnic style. The essential basics were covered in that we had not only the traditional wicker picnic hamper in two sizes (best served for days at the polo ), but the wheeled backpack that opened up like a cupboard to reveal slots for plates, cutlery, food and even the wine! All very compact and making picnicking life very easy.

But wait…there’s more…

We also had a whole wardrobe of colourful picnic blankets that were used as circumstance dictated (as well as coordinating cushions) and a lightweight wooded table with mini legs that rolled up to practically nothing and I’d carry under my arm a la yoga mat!

Anyhoo, I am not sure why picnicking has not been an event of late…AP, any answers??? Mmm…thinking…thinking…

Tinerate, definitely need to get back into this enticing way of enjoying the great outdoors.

Till next time.

Tipsy Pipsy xo