Photographer Unknown, (The Blue Hammock)

“Every summer we strung the old hammock between two hearty apple trees that tempered summer’s humidity with the thick shade that they poured on those that lingered beneath them. And I would swing for hours, listlesslly adrift in the quiet refuge that the afforded me. And yet, while I slept wrapped in the solace of their sanctuary, they were busy fashioning sweeping canopies full of apples of the sweetest sort.”

-Craig D Lounsbrough