The Dunn is joining a long established tradition of holding a picnic in the garden. Our particular one is in August—details will follow.
The word “picnic” invites investigation. It conjures up smells of hot dogs, chicken salad, cookies, the sounds of music, children running and sunburn. As a child I could never figure out why the sandwich at the beach tasted much better than the same sandwich eaten at home—despite the fact they were often sprinkled with sand.