|... the view as evening falls at the campfire ...|
Her friends bought her one and put it up in a tree at their house.
Now she has an open invitation to be there. But it is a twenty minute drive to Marla's and sometimes someone needs a quick quiet spot, just a small time opens up where one could swing under a canopy of leaves.
Bonnie has been out looking for a perfect place for a hammock. She is observing one rule. Find the place for the hammock before she buys it. Knowing the exact perfect spot to choose will make the size and shape of the hammock easier to choose
|Ceilidh roasting a super-sized marshmallow.|
|Twin flower vines tumble down the embankment.|
A new huckleberry bush has been discovered on the hill.
Let the coals die down.
Let the evening ghost stories begin.
Just a small increment of time opens up and I am down there with a rake and a shovel, trying to make the ground smooth around the fire pit.
Or I am cutting out the salmon berries that obstructing the perfect view.
Or I am arranging the cedar table and the patio chairs so that there is a circle big enough to include everyone around the fire. So much land.
So many perfect places.