I have always, and I mean always, wanted a hammock. There's something essentially summerish about a hammock. Lazy dazy dozy days in a hammock. Sometimes reading. Sometimes napping. Always floating.
August is the hammock month as far as I'm concerned. Watching the light swirl and shift through the lace of the trees. Daydreaming. Letting the breezes dance off the water, the cacophony of birds and sleepy bees. The purity of storm-cleansed air or the crackle of a summer thunder storm.
Sipping lemonade made from scratch with fresh raspberries from the garden.
I know there must be work to do. An entire battery of "shoulds" but honestly, it's warm and the air smells of summer roses and sweet grass. What's a girl to do?
Sheer perfection!
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