Maybe the kettle takes longer to boil, and the ground isn't as soft as a chair.
Maybe the butter runs soft in the sun, and the cake seems to wilt in the air.
Maybe a wasp drowns himself in the jam, and the leaves float on top of the tea; and maybe you get a bit cramped in your foot, when you balance your plate on your knee.
But you eat from a table the whole long year round, politely, from Janu...
