Truth be told, I'm much more comfortable in a pair of hiking boots or with a rack of climbing gear than in front of a laptop.
When there was room on the ledge outside of the pots and boxes for a cat, the cat was there- in sunny weather- stretched at full length, asleep and blissful, with her furry belly to the sun and a paw curved over her nose.
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
I’m on top of my green like a lawn chair
Nature is by and large to be found out of doors, a location where, it cannot be argued, there are never enough comfortable chairs.
She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.
The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter
It makes Faith think of a hammock in their yard, a web of rope that she thought would unravel the first time she leaned back on it, but that managed to support her all the same.
I'm from Santa Monica, which was an awesome place to grow up. You're very spoiled being from California. When it's below 70, you complain. When it rains, you talk about it.
I got this pretend grass stuff called LazyLawn on my roof. Now I can go out on my terrace in bare feet, and it looks exactly like a lawn. This is what science should be for.
The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another. It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness.
There's a special feeling you get on a veranda that you just can't get anywhere else.
I don't like to be in the forest. It's a weird thing. I've learned to have a general appreciation for nature, which has taken a while. But the forest, I still don't really love.
I'm generally more and more in my comfort zone in the wild.
I used to beg my mom to let me put a real bed out in forest so I could lie there and listen to the sounds of the forest while still having all the comforts of home.
