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#Spotted at a Vineyard Picnic in Aotearoa New Zealand:

A very friendly dog (red cloud kelpie), her bottom square with age, is sprawled on a picnic rug as numerous small humans compete to see Who Can Pat Her Best.
Friendly Dog is in her element, a doggy smile on her face.
This is the life.

An amiable barefoot man (60s?) is sitting cross-legged on a picnic blanket, solicitously serving deliciously crumbly home-made scones to friends old and new.
Butter?
Home made jam? He'll see you sorted.
People taking a bite and grinning with happiness.

A small human (3?) in a pretty dress has decided she is the STRONGEST.
Little does Big Brother (5?) know that he's about to be on the end of a SNEAK ATTACK.
Small human barreling into his tummy, knocking him over.
Rolling on the grass like giggling puppies.
WHO WILL WIN?
(It's a draw!)

A small human (4?) in a fairy dress has commandeered a sit-on wooden digger and is showing the other kids how to do it.
She's firm with her opinions, expression resolute.
She is the digging fairy and she will get this job done.

A small human (3?) has decided that she is in charge of walking the family dog amongst the people.
Family Dog is a Good Girl, and although she's tempted by all the picnic treats on offer, she's not sampling any.
They head off to roam for a bit amongst the vines.

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Short description. You're looking at people picnicking amongst grape vines with trees and mountains in the distance. Long description: You're standing under a big shady tree with a lichen-coated sturdy branch overshadowing the picture going diagonally from left to right. Beneath the branch is a low hedge with small pointy leaves, and beyond that hedge are a bunch of people of all ages, makes and models spread out on a motley assortment of picnic rugs. There are dogs. This is a kiwi gathering. There are always dogs and they are good dogs. The grass they are sitting on is newly mowed and the waft of sun warmed fresh cut grass is in the air. The vines have big green leaves. The trees beyond the vines are an assortment of all makes and models. Picture Hobbiton. I know, it's a cliche but it kind of fits here for convenience. Beyond those trees you can see the shadow of a mountain range stretched luxuriously out. Imagine a coolish breeze coming off those mountains, because it's New Zealand and the weather is gonna get you. The sound you're hearing is most likely a chill afrobeat, people laughing and chatting and the odd small human explaining EMPHATICALLY to her friends how to use a digger.
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