Decades ago, this blanket lived on my parents' bed. As a child, I remember my family of five picnicking on it during concerts in the park and days at the beach. It kept me warm during college - I especially loved the groovy look back then. It's spent innummerable hours in the trunk, traveling up and down the coast, playing host to countless lazy afternoons and starry evenings.
It's still a favorite. As early spring brings warmer afternoons, one of my favorite activities is sitting on the blanket. I'm the only one who stays put for any length of time - the baby prefers to crawl through the grass and the toddler usually chooses to dig or to ride his bike. I enjoy the weak sunshine on my face, breathing deeply, treasuring these fleeting moments of calm.
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