Over the next few days the weather began to clear, becoming warmer and drier. Three days had passed by when the most beautiful day moved over, leading Jane and Rochester to a picnic lunch in a nearby meadow that was filled with the first spring blooming flowers.
They ate modestly, for the servants had been sent away during the honeymoon. But Jane did not mind, and nor did Edward. On this particular day, they sat under an impressive oak tree which was tall, with a mass of leaves overhead to shade from the warm sun. Jane was reading to him as he lay outstretched, his head in her lap, eating an apple. The book today was ancient philosophy on the soul of man. As Jane read, Rochester couldn't help but pipe up, discounting cold notions of souls and praising those which depended on love and passion.
"So, then you side with Aristotle, Jane, who says that love is one soul inhabiting two different bodies" he asked, curiously.
"How could I be married to you and say otherwise?"
"You could say otherwise if you acknowledged that you are a far superior individual to me, and thus a more elevated soul"
Jane looked at him skeptically. "Perhaps if I believed that I could argue for it, and yet I do not"
"And yet" he continued "You sit here and do nothing but indulge me with the sound of your voice with poetic words"
She smiled, "Because circumstance demands it, and I enjoy it"
He sat up, Jane closing the book as she felt his lips press against her temple.
Jane spread his legs and sat between them, leaning on his chest and laying her head back on his shoulder. He kissed her cheek sweetly and wrapped his arms around her middle.
"Are you comfortable, dear Jane?" he spoke softly
"Very" she replied, looking out at the field of flowers. The grass of the field was taller outside of the tree's shade and it blew gently in the wind. She smiled at it and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of the afternoon air.
"I could fall asleep, in fact" she said, not bothering to reopen her eyes.
"There is no need to resist, I will be here when you wake" he promised.
Jane smiled and shook her head, "I would rather be here with you, sharing the day".
And so they did, for hours and hours, until the sun began to set and a slight chill crept over the hills and grass. They walked home, arm in arm, still talking as honestly and enthusiastically as ever before.