Demolition Before the Bloom

of the oak tree. The air was easily ten degrees cooler.

I set the heavy basket down on the wooden bench.

I unrolled the thick, tartan picnic blanket and spread it over the cool grass.

“Sit down, guys,” I told the kids. “I brought ice water.”

Maya immediately collapsed onto the blanket, kicking off her stiff sandals with a sigh.

Leo slumped down beside her,continue reading …