The trees leading to it have created a canopy making me feel like I'm walking through a wooded wonderland.
If I'm really lucky, the only sounds I'll hear are the birds and the waterfall in the pond. Between the trees my hammock awaits me.
This is the best time of the year to cocoon myself in it. The mosquitoes have not yet arrived. The only company I have is my Kindle, allowing me to travel the world without leaving Roanoke. This past week I have visited Brooklyn in 1975, and China in the 1930's.
Scary sounds sometimes startle me, but I feel safe -- the broken angel watches over me...
Everyone should have a secret garden with a swinging hammock to retreat to...
Wow, I am jealous.
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived in TN and was single, I had a great place to sit and write--it was at a National Civil War battlefield. Nothing better than being there in the morning.
Have a good weekend Elena.