On those rare late-in-day weekend afternoons during spring and summer, when the shop is shut and if I don’t have a list of chores to do that’s as long as my arm, I look forward to a couple of hours in the hammock with a few pillows yanked from a sofa, a good book or the Times, sunglasses and some fresh lemonade (spiked with a fresh-from-the-freezer lemon vodka is better). All I hear are the songs of the crickets in the hayfields and the cawing and fussing of the crows that call our place theirs. All I see are billowing waves of hay ripening in the sun as the barn swallows dart and dance over the fields. All I feel is the soft and cool breeze of a spring day nearing its close. It’s been a perfect Rustic Chic day.
All photos by Joel Woodard