The Swing

Early one Saturday morning, lots and lots of years ago, I went out into the yard bordering the far edge of our property and found my dad climbed high in a eucalyptus tree. There he tied a long length of nylon rope to a branch, creating this rope swing that became one of our favorite things to play on and the favorite memory of all the kids who came to visit us. And some adults.

The simple pleasures of country life.

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