This is the sort of illustration invariably accompanied by the phrase “in the good old summertime.” (You used to find the phrase “lazy hazy days of summer” as well, but Nat King Cole went and ruined that for the Dixie portion of the market.) This happy couple live in a 'burb on the edge of some albino infinity bounded by a low wall, and some trees, and of course the nameless void that swallows time and space in its great indifferent maw. But they have a bitchin' lawnchair to make their situation better.