Why not? I thought. It can't hurt.
I grabbed my Books A Million tote bag, filled with my leather journal, some sunscreen, my bathing suit, a book and two pairs of sunglasses. I sent word to my husband to meet me at the private airfield, where we keep our plane, and he met me in record time. Who wouldn't jump at the chance to escape from metro-Atlanta in late spring? We tossed our bags in the back of the plane, hopped aboard and began our leisurely flight to our vacation home in...
This is the back yard.
The hammock is used for emergency naps and creative loafing sessions.
Everyone's so friendly here!
And no one minds that the houses are all connected
The neighborhood from up above