The canopy spread out above me, offering much needed comfort and coolness in the peek of the day. Covering like a leafy blanket, sheltering my being from the scorching rays of the afternoon sun. I sit and I swing. The gentle and steady creaking of a well used green hammock chair, rocking me to calm. Swaying away worries, stress and the anxious thoughts that have tried to take over the past few days. I breathe deep, reminding myself that all these lingering and uncomfortable things will one day pass. Just probably not in the timeline I want. The breeze refreshing, as a twittering orchestra of trills and birdsong echo across the gardens before and behind me. I’m hemmed in. This space has been all but forgotten until now. Three hanging pots still cling to their sturdy branches, but two of them have seen better days. They need some tending to. Come to think of it, I feel like those once flourishing vines in the pots, weary and worn from a lack of receiving something life giving.