Retreat Into Nature Pillows

Hermit

"Oooh... Look, honey. Scarlet macaws! You know, they mate for life." "That's what you think."

'You're through around here.. turn in your rubber donut!'

"Actually, Burt's weathering the stay-at-home thing pretty well."

"I'm not angry, but in the future I’d prefer it if you chewed up her Sue Graftons, not my P.G. Wodehouses."

'That strange smell, George.. is FRESH AIR!'

Scurile travels

"The parasol certainly paid for itself this summer."

"I'm going on a retreat."

'You have to admit Darling that there's an awesome view from our eyrie...'

'A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, a CD player, a laptop computer, a cordless phone and thou.'

"He's 'getting the grill ready for summer,' which means he's washing out the beer cooler."

A man sitting in the grass reading

'Therapy always works best in a safe environment ... such as your old tree house.'

'You know, if we had a bed and breakfast, we could use it ourselves!'

Gertie, the tree climbing has to stop!

"At last - no Trump."

Water Gardening: And you will find yourself thinking over many garden problems at the waterside.

Tree's Tree Nursery. I'm off work. Let's catch some rays! You already have a great tan from your job! You don't need to go sunbathing. Oh, yes I do!

"I'm getting bitten, and it's not by tall bond traders with accents."

"What … have … you … done?"

"No thanks, I need time away from madness."

'Today's Presentation: God's Miracles.'

'Becoming enlightened fifteen minutes before I did doesn't EITHER give you seniority!'

"I don't think there's enough vodka for another week in Canada."

"That's better! - I can't bear the noise of the rain on my roof..."

"Fred, no one is going to bother you here. Put away the Bare Spray."

"I moved out here for peace and quiet, but now I keep talking to myself."

Go away

City Hammock

Spring

'We'd like to visit a peaceful police state away from any terror treats.'

"I always come here when I need to blow of some steam."

"I was social distancing. Until you just showed up."

Catching the Sun