Our out-of-state aunt and her five grandchildren visited Dad's farm one summer. As a day trip, the whole troupe came to our fair city. My sister lived in a subdivision with a private beach, so a delightful picnic was had on her beach. We ate a disproportionate variety of yellow foods and sat at a round table, hence the inspiration for this panel. The actual picnic was in the afternoon so that Dad could get back to the farm to put his animals to bed at a decent hour. I'm just pretending that we stayed through sunset. You're never too old for make-believe!