Time for a Picnic.(children's story)

"Not again!" Darcy complained as she lay opened the drapes at the living-room window. She glared without at the fresh layer of snow blanketing the brow yard.
"It has been a drawn out winter," said Mom. "I'm famishing for fresh rhubarb."
"I'll be in like manner glad to see green grass that I won't smooth mind mowing it," said Dad.
"It present the appearances like forever since we've gone upon a picnic," said Darcy.
"Picnic?" repeated Darcy's little brother, Paul. "Can we have a picnic today?"
"Not today," said Mom "Not