patch of green

you know how once the snow melts and the sun peeks out of the billowing clouds the ang mohs will scramble out in their sandals and shorts and other scanty things and suddenly you see them sprawled all over the lawns where the grass is growing.
so one fine spring day dan and i decide to do the typical couply thing and go for a picnic in regent's park. walking into the regal park grounds, i'm scouting for a good place to park (no pun intended) ourselves for a few hours. you know, must be somewhat sunny somewhat shady, nice view and crisp, clean grass. i looked all around me and all of it is so manicured. and i'm still looking for a good spot but really, it's all grass right? all the same--so what's the difference between the patch right in the center with the fountain and carefully pruned bushes and the narrow strip of green separating the concrete pathways? dan pulls me along insisting that i shouldn't be silly and we should walk on looking for a good open spot. after two minutes, he gives up too. we can't be bothered to find our way into the middle of the park where i'm sure there's like a rolling meadow-like patch of green and picnickers abound with their annoying pets and babies. actually it's because we found that meadow-like patch before, but it was at night and we somehow stumbled upon it and didn't memorize the route to it. so we get lazy and settle for the narrow patch of green along the sides. you know, those where the benches are, and behind is an endless row/wall of tall shrubs and in front is the pathway for walkers.
yup, so a patch of green is just a patch of green wherever you go. i mean, from the photo below it looks like we were in that meadow-like area anyway.
another moral: take good photos.