This morning, a group of friends and I went wandering again to find a place to spread out our blankets and read. We headed toward Christ Church Meadow like before but took a different path that led us to an idyllic field of lush grass and willow trees. We chose to sit under one of the largest willow trees whose branches draped almost to the ground and looked as though they were reaching out to embrace us. The River Cherwell was a few hundred meters down the path from our chosen spot, and we could see glimpses of it through the trees. The soft summer sun dappled our books, blankets, and faces through the willow tree’s branches as we read. I reveled in the peaceful loveliness of the scene. If we had been reading The Wind in the Willows, the perfection of the experience would have been complete.
We saw Samantha again (or one of her many twins)! This time she brought a friend, whom we named George.