Picnics are one of those things that we don’t do nearly enough. Even though there are lots of parks and we all love food, we never actually fill a basket to the brim with strawberries and sandwiches and sparkly drinks. But that day last summer, we certainly did. Spontaneously we gathered all of our blankets and poured wine in plastic cups. We armed ourselves with sunglasses in front of eyes and sunscreen on noses, before we braved the green outside. Now, stuck in my room during late winter, I look back and think that this is what summer is about.