Right after taking this shot, I climbed in the hammock too. How could I resist, right? I was laying there rocking gently, feeling quite content with myself and my life. The weather was beautiful, there was a counter-full of vegetables to go with dinner--most of which game from our garden, and I'd accomplished a fair amount last weekend. Plantboy was a little less relaxed--I think he expected the hammock and its occupants to go crashing down any moment.
The boys giggled and wiggled as we swung, but eventually the mood of lazy contentment took them too and it was quiet for a few moments. All you could hear was the creaking of the hammock as it rubbed against the rafter. Patchy Pirate waxed poetic, "I think the hammock is tooting." Of course Scallywag started laughing so hard that I thought he'd flip the hammock and that of course set me and Plantboy going. The baby then chimed in with his giggles because, hey, everyone else was laughing.
Perhaps it was not the idyllic scene I'd anticipated, but it was good. It was very, very good.