The afternoon sun played teasing the new leaves with a gentle caress of things to come. It whispered to the green militia under foot of the reward for standing strong under the picnic blankets, baskets, and bottoms gathered there. To the rafts of plaid flannel, solid cotton, and stripped wool, it shone as a calm warm light in the tempest keeping them from the shaded cool beachhead of the stage. They parked their raft amid the other vessels waiting in turn for the daylight delight. Travis packed a late picnic lunch of cheese, fruits, and watercress-tofu sandwiches with soymilk and wine. Twice he remarked on the simple dress she wore noting how delighted he was she did own such a garment that matched the spring season so well. Thrice she warned him about it.
The play was passable for an amateur production, including the missed queues and flubbed lines. Just as they arrived, they returned home in the hired car only to make it two miles a