I'll happily sit by with a cold chardonnay and occasionally dip my feet in (yep, that's my hammer toes in the top photo....), but I usually try to have knitting needles in hand.
I often find myself knitting as much as I can in summer. Maybe it's a futile attempt to bring winter on early, or a reminder that winter will come, in all it's chilly glory. It also reminds me of when I was a teenager, watching the winter Olympics whilst munching on ice in my water. I liked the fact that these Olympics are always in the northern hemisphere so it's on during our summer. Seeing all that snow and ice probably didn't make me any cooler, but I liked to imagine it did.