The thing we do most during the warm months is picnic. A couple of years ago my mom gave me a picnic blanket that we keep in the back of the car. It’s probably the best-used gift I’ve ever received. At the end of the day we’ll frequently swing through a deli or whatnot, pick up some sandwiches, and head over to a park instead of going home for dinner. Day before yesterday Sophia and I did this, breaking the picnic seal for the season.
There truly is nothing like Chicago in the summertime. After being cooped up inside all winter, you’ll be hard-pressed to get us back indoors of our own free will. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then there are few in the world who love spring and summer more than Chicagoans.