the dream swing

Isn't that swing divine?!  I could sit there all day long.  On the drive to that swing (and the homeowners' blueberry bushes), there are lots of gardens along the road.  You pass this certain sweet little white house and behind it is this huge plot and my heart sighs a little each time I've gone by since springtime.  But on the blueberry morning, I was pointing it out to my mom and in the shade of their garage, we could see an older couple sitting on two folding lawn chairs.  The woman had her straw hat off and was fanning the man while he had a drink.  It was the sweetest, loveliest thing I had seen in a long while.

It wouldn't have done the moment justice, but I do wish I'd had my camera with me.