Sky Lounge Patrol

That pinwheel sprint had my motor running, but the warm afternoon sun called for some tactical downtime. Dangling straight from the cedar pergola beam overhead was a braided cream macrame plant hanger anchored around a chunky wooden ring. You expect me to just walk under a ready-made aerial hammock? Not a chance! I scurried up the wooden pillar, took a flying leap, and caught the woven knot right beside a bushy potted fern. The twisted cords dipped with a soft creak, swaying into a gentle arc. Tilting my head back against the cotton braid, I kicked my boots out over the flowerbeds. Talk about a five-star suspension lounge!