The wood seat on our swing, below, rotted long ago.
Wise teachers arrived yesterday, below.
Their inner narrative was one of use, above/below.
My narrative, wildly wrong.
This is a foot swing. Never had a 'seat'. Paying attention to the knot, and height, it never had the intention of being a sitting swing.
This morning, above, Laskett's tail truly is this magnificent.
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We think the pecan tree, above, in the sunbeam, is as old as the house, 115 years. Maybe older.
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Friends came to lunch yesterday. Rather, friends brought a feast for lunch. Homemade, the bounty arrived in baskets, including fresh tea, my 1st watermelon of the season, breads, cheeses, chicken, pimiento cheese, more/more/more, cotton table cloth & linen napkins. How did they know, even my linen napkins are safely hid in a box amongst stacks of boxes?
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Our kitchen not functioning until painting and renovations completed in the pantry.
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Their arrival a great deadline to get many things done. Their first time seeing our farmhouse, its land, and walking the grounds where the orchard will be, the new conservatory, where the gravel drives will curve, property pins, views, and dreams.
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And the girls on the swing. Many clients, thru the years, with children even younger, I've drawn their children's gardens once they graduated college, married, bought their 1st home.
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Seeing these girls on the swing, I'm excited for the right time, and drawing their 1st gardens. Knowing, when I do, it will feel like 15 minutes ago they were teaching me about my own foot swing.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Top pic, Ben Pentreath. Bottom pics mine.