Our short idyll last week at the lake reminded me of the short story "Der Hafen" (the translation is very bad, but just readable) by German writer Heinrich Boll:
A tourist cannot believe that the fisherman would do this. The tourist tells the fisherman that with the fish so abundant, he could go out several times a day for several days. If things continued in that way, the fisherman could become a wealthy man with fishing fleets, and maybe a seafood restaurant in Paris.
When he was that wealthy, the tourist tells him, he could retire and lounge in his boat in the sun.
The fisherman reminds the tourist that he is doing exactly that right now. The tourist's vague pity for the poor fisherman turns to envy.
There are many nuances of meaning one could take from this little tale. For me, it's to live fully in the present and to recognize exactly what one has. Idyllic moments are good reminders.