I drove up, put the car in park and spotted it hanging there.
The yellow tree swing.
Last summer, our son's only wish was to have a swing on which he'd soar over the deep creekbed in our back yard. So, that's exactly what we gave him. Hubs installed a bright yellow rope swing with a round plastic seat. It has since served our son and his friends well as they've flown through the air bellowing their finest tarzan-like yell...
As I got out of the car, I stood there gazing at the swing. I know there will be other yards for us. There might possibly be other swing-worthy trees, too. But the sight of that yellow seat surprisingly made me a little sad.
Sad to leave.