This is the swing that hangs in the giant weeping birch that has shaded our yard for the past 20 years. Well, it's been here much longer than that. We are the ones who have only been here for 20 years. I once saw a picture of our home from the 1940s in the museum archives. It was built in 1936. There stood our tree, right where it belonged, only it was hardly more than a sapling. In fact it wasn't much taller than the people who were smiling in the front yard ~ certainly not big enough for a swing.
This is where I like to sit with a glass of iced sun tea and read the mail when the days are hot. This is where I like to sit when I feel like the walls are closing in, or the decibel level is acceptable to everyone in the house but me. This is where I sit with a friend, sharing an afghan and eating marionberry pie while watching the 'boys' set off the 4th of July fireworks in the street. This is where for the past 18 years we have photographed the smiles of the A. kids with our P. kids while they are visiting for the 4th. Not only do the children grow in each years photo, but so does the number of kids change. We started with 3, grew to 7 and now have dwindled to 5.
Every time I have a yard sale someone invariably asks, "would you consider selling me your swing?" Hmmm...no, no I won't. It's part of the family. It's making history...