Scenes of Summer, Part 1: The Swing

When Lance and I first bought the farm, one of my most vivid visions of its future included a swing suspended from one of the towering walnut trees below the house. Ten years and a sweet little boy later, we finally brought the vision to life.

The Swing

by Robert Louis Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,

      Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

     Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,

     Till I can see so wide,

Rivers and trees and cattle and all

     Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,

     Down on the roof so brown--

Up in the air I go flying again,

     Up in the air and down!