
For the past two years we have enjoyed swinging on a tire swing hidden in a grove of oak trees near our house. On Sundays, rain or shine, we will go for a walk as a family. More often than not, we end up passing by the swing. Underneath it is a well worn patch of earth from the countless feet getting ready for a ride. Our favorite time to swing is now, when the wind is easing through the trees and leaves fall lazily through the air around you. It's just the right temperature for a sweater but not cold enough that your nose gets red. You can smile, lean back and glide through the brisk air. Then, of course, you have to let the kids have a turn.


