Picnic: A Little Joy with a Blanket and a View
I just knew it! like just now that the word picnic actually comes from French. Pique-nique. It sounds fancy, doesn’t it? Turns out, back in the 17th century, people in France who are mostly the upper class, used this word to describe a gathering where everyone brought food and drinks and shared it outdoors.
Let me share with you, one of popular painting about picnic in France. For Your Information, I discussed about this painting with my beloved grade 4 students last semester.
A Sunday on La Grande Jatte" is a painting by Georges Seurat, famous for its use of pointillism,
also known as chromo-luminarism.
Then, the idea of picnic travelled to England, and it became a thing during the Victorian era. So, what does it mean?Yes, when Queen Victoria ruled. What a time! She’s such a legend. I imagine people wearing long dresses and suits, enjoying the sunshine and tea in a garden somewhere.
But here’s the thing, even if historically it was only for upper class society, I believe anyone can enjoy a picnic. You don’t need a big event or fancy meal. If you have a simple dish, a friend or two (or just yourself!), and a cozy spot like a park, beach, backyard, even a rest area. Then, that’s already a picnic, right?
Sometimes, I think maybe it wasn’t always for everyone back then… but we’re lucky. In this time, this era, picnics belong to all of us.
In Japan, they have this beautiful tradition called hanami, cherry blossom viewing, where people gather under blooming trees with bento boxes. It’s elegant, peaceful, and yes, definitely on my bucket list.Then, In Indonesia, we do something similar, just without the word "picnic." We eat outdoors during trips or family gatherings in the places like at beaches, parks, or even roadside rest stops. Of course, Nasi bungkus is a must. Plus fruits, snacks, maybe some kerupuk if you’re lucky. In Turkey, families go to forested parks, bringing grills for kebabs and tea sets. How comforting is that? Tea in the middle of the trees. I can already hear the birds and smell the charcoal smoke.
And me? Well, ever since I lived in Melbourne, I think I became a little picnic-obsessed.
I’ve done picnics at St Kilda Beach, Geelong, botanical garden, and in some autumn forest I can’t even remember the name of (note to self: revisit!).
Some Picnic Moments in Melbourne
Every time feels magical with a blanket, fresh fruit, sparkling drinks, and flowers around. The colors. The smells. The joy. There’s something about eating outside that makes everything taste better. Maybe it’s the sunlight. Maybe it's the slow pace. Maybe it's just the fact that you're not rushing.
I love picnics. I really do. They're not just about food. Picnic is about being present, being still, and being together.
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