One of my favorite childhood memories was vacationing in Cape Cod. Every year, as soon as we arrived, I ran into the woods and checked to be sure the hammocks were still there under the canopy of trees. <Of course, I had to flip the hammock over first to get rid of the wildlife that had accumulated over night ... but that was a small price to pay.> Every day I would get up early and take my book, pillow and blanket and snuggle up for a good read before anyone else was up and about. The only thing that would pry me away from my pleasure was the smell of breakfast wafting through the air.
Over the years I would recreate that early memory ... at one house I built a swing right into the deck where I would enjoy my early morning tea. Hammocks call out to me wherever I go, their gentle swaying always putting me in such a blissful state.
I have a friend who has side by side hammocks in her yard which overlooks a field of horses. We have spent many hours there talking, writing, sipping tea and listening to music. The combination of dappled sunlight, overhead leaves gently swooshing, swooping birds flitting and chirping nearby and good company creates clarity and flow for me as I rock back and forth. It really doesn't get much better than that!
Over the years I would recreate that early memory ... at one house I built a swing right into the deck where I would enjoy my early morning tea. Hammocks call out to me wherever I go, their gentle swaying always putting me in such a blissful state.
I have a friend who has side by side hammocks in her yard which overlooks a field of horses. We have spent many hours there talking, writing, sipping tea and listening to music. The combination of dappled sunlight, overhead leaves gently swooshing, swooping birds flitting and chirping nearby and good company creates clarity and flow for me as I rock back and forth. It really doesn't get much better than that!
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