It's a warm, windy, slightly overcast day. There is something at once dramatic and deeply relaxing about this weather. Swaying in the hammock, if you close your eyes, feels like drifting in a sail boat, the tiny sprinkles like spray from the waves. (Pictures of the hammock we put up are coming tomorrow.) Even though our blanket blew to and fro, it was a great, sunny, blustery memory.