"The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books." -
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah, sequestered nooks. This brings back memories of all those wonderful places to read in summertime.
I have a memory of a favorite place that I only had for two weeks, but it was so special that years later it's still special. One summer, my parents moved us into town for two weeks, while they house sat and babysat for friends. We stayed at their house, just one block from the public library. It was a big old house, with a large screened-in porch, in north central Ohio. Each morning, I'd walk to the library when they opened up at 10 o'clock, and pick out a stack of books. Then, I'd walk back, and move to the porch for the rest of the day. There was a hammock on the porch, and I'd lay in the hammock and read. This description doesn't do justice at all to the pleasure of walking to the library every day, and then returning to a special, comfortable spot to read.
Do you have a "sequestered nook" somewhere in your summers?