As Summer is winding down, I find myself spending more time in the gazebo, lounging in my canvas lounge chair or in my newly-discovered wicker chairs (a great find last weekend at an antique shop nearby). My glass chandelier (bought several years ago during a vacation in Winthropo) hangs delicately from the apex of the gazebo, and I light the candle in it after the sun goes down. From the gazebo, I have a perfect view of my shade garden to the west, the house to the east, and nothing but lovely trees and flowers to the south and north. It's the best spot in the whole place, and many a summer novel or a paperback book was read there this summer.
The big black labrador we have loves to spend time there, too, rolling in the cool grass on hot days and just relaxing with me. She follows the sounds of the birds and a bold squirrel as they talk to us from the trees. A cool breeze is always present, and when the house gets too hot from a day of 90-degree weather, the gazebo is a great place to eat dinner or enjoy a cool glass of Perrier.
Long after the cool weather chases us indoors by a roaring fire, I'll remember my favorite summer days outside in my summer shelter. As someone once said, the two most beautiful words in the English language are "summer afternoon".
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