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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!
– The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
Annie figured out to pump a swing on her own this spring, and Jack just connected the dots last week. A previous owner built a swing frame on a ridge in our back yard. It looks over a rock wall and down a gentle slope past our vegetable garden, the neighbors’ apple and cherry trees, and on to the distant hills on the other side of our valley. It really is a picture book spot to swing.
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