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.

I wanted a swing in the large maple tree out back. I've always romanticized about a garden swing; gliding through the air in a lovely old fashioned gauzy dress, billowing out around me. I finally have the swing. The dress will have to wait awhile longer.

We found a sturdy piece of wood in the garage, which I painted blue and rubbed, making it look rather antique. Then I painted the flowers on it. Bob varnished it and drilled the holes. I'm not particularly thrilled with the knots holding the rope on, but the important thing is, I have a swing! It's quite lovely, and drifting back and forth in the garden, watching the birds and sky, is very therapeutic.

A closer view: