Ever since our neighbours cut down their trees and as a result robbed us of any privacy we had from the sketchy triplex next door - and taking down part of our deck with them - I have been dreaming about living in an old home in the country. To be fair, it wasn't just the loss of the trees that made me think about this change. It's been slowly building for a while, the dream of having a big yard, lots of flowers and no neighbours that can see into your house when you're having a shower.
Again, the fact that we can hear the domestic disturbances next door doesn't help, nor does "Hey Buddy", the nosy and overbearing man who lives across the street who seems to know more about the goings-on in our house than we do. But I digress...
It's summer, and I would love to be sitting in a big porch swing on the big wrap around porch of an old home, with a cup of freshly made lemonade and a good book. And I would like to hear the birds in our yard, feel the warm summer breeze as it blows by and not hear a police siren in the background. So with that little rant out of the way, here is an ode to porch swings:
I like porch swings.