It's a perfect Summer Sunday afternoon. Seventy-five degrees with a nearly perfect westerly breeze.
We were going to the movies, but we need no escape from life on Creekside Farm. We have built a great place to hide out built behind our tiny home cabin and it comes complete with tables, chairs, a swimming pool, and a hammock which came with a stand.
Ann got the hammock for her last birthday and she spends most of her down time lounging there in the dappled sunlight under the Walnut tree.
For a while now, Clarke and Taffy ask (nicely) to be allowed to climb in with her for a nap. Both Clarke and Taffy love sleeping in the hammock, but each has their own style.
Clarke usually starts off in a lap, then crawls slowly forward, pushing his head uphill until his backside slips down, locking him in a sort of cotton burrito. He hates being left alone in the hammock and dives out once Ann gets up.
Taffy loves to find a nest near to Ann's side and be rocked to sleep. She'll stay there until playtime when she'll attack a hand unprovoked and get herself kicked off the hammock.
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