Shredded gaps, like a balding head, expose its age. Strands of rope fall loosely from the wooden bar that once held the netting securely in place. No longer can one lie in its cradle and gaze at the season's changing pecan limbs. It's finished its course, its race is over. Three years of swinging, swaying and hanging beneath the shade, the sun, ice, snow, and rain has taken its toll.
It's been more than rope macramed together to form a hammock. It's been a nest of memories...joy, laughter, fun, and meditation.
It now reveals the test of time. It's a bit sad...especially on a December day like today. It's 74 degrees. Instead of last year's blizzard, it feels like Spring. Good old Oklahoma. I just never know what weather I'll experience on any given day. That's why I left the hammock up year-round. I didn't have the heart to take it down and place it in hibernation.
If not, I suppose memories must suffice. selahV