The time for picnics is closing in on me. Will I get to a picnic?

It's only been June for a few days and I talked today about August being just two months away. I already fear that the beautiful, bright weather will soon be a memory and everything will be gray and brown once again. I used to know people who had picnics. They would invite me. But that was a long time ago. Easter, in fact, was the last time. And before that, October. That was a catered picnic. For a wedding. There was a big fire and it was very cold. The fire wasn't cold at all, but the temperature otherwise was very cold. I brought coffee for everyone and kept it coming.