The lake is calming down after the attack of the waterski huligans and the sun is glazing at the tree tops for a slow setting. Everything seems so simple and easy from the hammock. It's the perfect time of day to let slowly let the book slide from the reading angle to the napping angle - right on top of the tummie.
I love hammocks, alomost more than I love food, wine, cigars, books and the missus. But not necessarily in that order (disclaimer). Hammocks are the essence of lazy summers on the country side. The slow, rythmic swing is soothing as well as extremely comfortable.
My grand parents had a fantastic hammock where I spent the majority of my pre-teen years in, reading and napping. Unfortunately it hung right over a stone so falling off wasn't an option.
My favorite time of day is in the late afternoon, when the hottest part of the day is over, the sun is not as bright but the air is still very comforting. That time also happens to coincide with the aftermath of a light afternoon snack and a glass of wine.
It's amazing how much we work to achieve greatness and it's the smaller things in life that creates the greatest and most memorable pleasures.
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