This is the time of year when you (or we, living in a place where winter comprises half the year) kick back, eat dinner and hour later than usual because early evening is too beautiful to cut short, and think about summer.
And this, right here, pretty much summarizes my ideal summer. Small, practical, isolated, low-maintenance. Like this teardrop camper. A bed, a kitchen and a lake somewhere (without motorboats). Now we just have to find one for the kids.