From the comments on eilin_o_connor

One of my long-time lovers, I remember, painted me a date on a summer lawn. There are all kinds of chamomile, vasils, stems, butterflies flying... Sex again on soft grass. Yes is. And even to the lawn brought and... did not warn the dog that he has the most brutal pollinosis on some blooming shit. The Romantic! As I remember, I dragged him to the nearest river, grim thinking about the nuances of Quincke's edema and about allergic idiots who don't even carry antihistamines with them... Horror. Until now, I am walking by the flowering meadows with a curved smile.
At the stage of the idea it looked so cute :)