Swinging Times.

Dave arrived home with a swing. It was on sale (apparently), a little brightly coloured plastic swing for Isabella. We decided it should hang from the cherry tree and so Elias was sent up the ladder to fix it to the only branch thick enough.

 Actually there are loads of limbs strong enough for the job  but most of them would involve clambering into the duck pen and hoping not to fall into the muddy, mucky waters of the duck pond. Dave was keen; I said no. Funny that.

Bella loves it! Unfortunately, the other members of the family are too big to be allowed on it.  Much disappointment and sad faces. After all, everyone likes drifting along on a swing don't they? The branch would definitely not handle the weight and so Mr Davey put his thinking cap on. 

He looked something like this only not so cute. (Does everyone wear pyjamas and wellies on a swing?)

We'll take a moment to admire our tulips as they are so blisteringly gorgeous in the May light. Ah ha, I can spot Shirley Temple popping her purplish-red fronds above the soil. She's a peony (paeony?) we have managed to get to bloom for several years now. Perhaps we'll get more than three blooms this year Shirley dear?

So, while Isabella swung on her swing next to the magnolia, the light through the cherry tree dappling her with soft shadow and a drift of blossoms floating by, Dave built a rather large structure across one of the grass paths.

Short diversion to note the pesky ducks on the last of their rambles where they shouldn't be - i.e. outside their pen! I have discovered their means of escape and they are now scuppered. Ha!

Love the way Pecan dipped her head with the wood axe close by. Take note my girl! Clarence looks rigid with shock, poor chap.

The weather was perfect for a day of being in the garden building swings and not getting dressed.

Another gratuitous shot of the garden with the view this time from our bathroom window. Indoors my photos often have the hoover in the background; outdoors it is always the hose. ah well...

And here it is: Mr Davey's homebuilt swing. One day we will put two wooden swings on it or a double swing for us, but for now the 'children' like these. Well, this child does anyway.

Pretty isn't it? 

I do love our garden at this time of year.

Elias, Isabella and Lucy were on the swings the rest of the holiday weekend. Now back at school once more they run out for a quick go before we leave for school and then bags are thrown to the ground for another go after we return.  The best of presents it would seem. 

And I meanwhile potter around taking in the giggles and shrieks as I weed the borders or pick some flowers for the house. Of course I have had plenty of turns on the swing when I can. So soothing to drift back and forth listening to the birdsong in the evening...

taking in the last of the sun before the house calls once more.

Well done Davey x