An odd idea given that even good old Georgia has decided to hop on the winter bandwagon. The weather people of the world even predicted “flurries” the other day which is generally laughable. I couldn’t tell you if said “flurries” occurred or not, because I’m generally asleep at 3 AM and not staring out the window praying for snow.
How then, did I arrive at picnics? Well, I was writing and sometimes writing requires research so there it is. I wanted to know what occurred at a Victorian era picnic, and I ended up discovering the same information repeated over and over thanks to Mrs. Isabella Beeton’s lovely work, The Book of Household Management.
By simply googling the subject I learned that:
- The location couldn’t be anywhere near a precipice for fear the ladies be frightened by the scene.
- The ground was checked to make certain no one was seated on an anthill.
- If a woman sat on the ground a man couldn’t follow suit unless she invited him to do so.
- Apparently people drank lavender lemonade.
While I’ll admit that adding lavender to lemonade does, in fact, sound like a mildly interesting way to drink it, none of this information particularly struck me as oh-so-fascinating.
I then decided to find something exciting about it. Continue reading