We bought the children’s swing set when they were respectively 4 and 2 years old. It was a lovely spring day and laughing, we read the silly instructions twice before we were able to mount the frame and swings. Mary Ellen loved flying into the air on her special seat, Michael felt he was quite the man, now that he could use “the big kids” swing.
children seek the clouds
hearts joyfully laugh
The summer Michael went to camp for the first time, Mary Ellen’s friends Suzanne and Carol came to visit for the week. They played “circus” in the garden, taking turns swinging on the one swing. The baby seat was reserved for their dolls and stuffed animals. Suzanne did try to give Maaooo the cat the thrill of flying, but he didn’t seem to appreciate the idea. Later that afternoon I took them to the ice cream parlour for tea.
flying cat and ice cream
First snow fell early that year. Mary Ellen and Michael were both home from college. We roasted chestnuts over the wood fire and reminisced. John had died that autumn. I lived alone, except during school holidays. I gazed out the back terrace door looking at the old rusted swing set as the snow gently fell.
sitting with memories
chestnuts sweet by the fire