After four years, the hammock chair is finally hung. Thanks to my dad for being willing to climb into the attic to find the 2×4 over the porch so that while I’m sitting here, I won’t go crashing into the deck.
I have certainly been missing out. This is going to be my new favorite spot. Maybe even better than the back table by the window at the Frozen Stone. As I’m sitting here, it is dark. Crickets are chirping. Every now and then I hear a car pass on Old Jonesborough Road. I am curled up in the cocoon of my hammock swaying gently with my laptop. Fireflies are darting around the yard. The night air is the perfect mixture of warmth and cool. Welcome sweet summer.
