There is this little room in the back of my garden. You can’t see it from anywhere else, but there is a leafy little entrance to it that – once you know it’s there – you won’t forget. Once through the chlorophyllic expanses of the Podophyllum guardians, you find yourself standing in a verdant grotto of sorts. For the past few years, there have been a couple of solar lanterns hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the tiny space as daylight fades.
The space is just large enough to hold a small bench, but as I was sitting out there this evening, watching the sky turn dark through the cloisonné of the Passiflora, I decided it’s time to ditch the bench and instead get a hammock. (And probably a mosquito net, too, come to think of it, given its proximity to my new bog.) One can do a lot of contemplating laying in a hammock, gazing up into this, methinks. And, I bet it would be a great place for a nap too, don’tcha think?