I used to have a swing in this very spot. Nate's dad put it up for me several years ago. It was a simple board with two thick ropes. It was perfect. And now it's gone.
In its place: Theo's swing. My swing now sits abandoned behind Theo's, leaning on an old tree stump rotting away. Sniff.
It was inevitable, really. Swing for 30-something daughter-in-law who should have outgrown her love
for this simple ride years ago? Or a swing for the first and only grandchild?
Theo and Bob the stuffed lemur (Yes, I named him Bob. What of it?) seem to love the swing, like, a lot. And I hear that there is a playground at the front of the island with kid swings and
adult swings. So I guess we all win.