He only saw pictures of the place everyone raved about. Pictures never did justice to anything. Joe was amazed when he got there. He couldn’t of pick a better place for a picnic with Rachel. The leaves were just beginning to change colors as they hung off the trees over looking a crystal clear lake.
They spread out the blanket on the ground close to the water’s edge, and enjoyed watching the horses play on the farm across the lake while they ate. The warm August sun gave Rachel a glossy face. She never looked more beautiful.
Joe sat up to a kneeling position and pulled a small box from his pocket. He opened it, “Rachel, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Rachel sat there with a stunned look. A tear trickled down her cheek, and she nodded. “Yes,” she barely whispered, and swallowed him with her arms.