It is 7:53am. The children are off to school, the house is cleaned up and chicken has been taken out for supper. I am in the backyard relaxing in my hammock while browsing HF and reading "WILD"...escaping in my mind.
My hammock is my Happy Place. When I feel stressed, which is very often these days, I escape to my hammock. Even a few minutes of hanging does wonders for my stress level. I told my hubby I was headed outside. He said, "to your hammock?" I answered affirmatively. He said, "your therapy." Absolutely....HAMMOCKS...Cheaper than Therapy.