We rode with Deirdre and Abby, in Deirdre’s convertible through the countryside, stopping amidst fields of cut wheat, to an oasis of cut grass and Vladimir’s table, for a picnic. Vladimir loved picnics and Deirdre bought and erected the table in his memory. Each of us brought food and drinks to share and we lingered in the beauty and calm of the place, missing Vladimir, and grateful for the moment.
