Perusing last night, above. Laughter, amusement, delighted arrogance Puppet Barbuda style. In reality the hammocks I see are hanging from rusted metal frames, in landscapes devoid of charm, a bare patch of earth below with weeds spreading from the muck, no fringe, a mildew factory, on view from windows inside the home, with not a table in sight for a book & glass of wine, and every mosquito from miles around just waiting for you to alight to gorge on your blood and give you the disease of the day.
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
Pic from Janelle McCulloch, & thank you for picturing the answer, "What were they thinking?"