Thursday, May 1, 2008

The Slatted Swing

I am calling this blog "The Slatted Swing" because it was the first title I came up with not already taken. However, I am fond of the title and plan to make it my own. A porch swing is a necessity, even for one living in the upper Midwest. On summer days, the height of luxury is to lie down on your swing with a good book and nod off. Swings have slats to let in the breeze, to allow rainwater to drain, and to make those interesting red lines across your thighs after you've sat on them in shorts. A swing will create a breeze when there is no breeze, create movement when things are static, soothe when you are stressed, and put a baby to sleep in nothing flat. Some of my fondest memories are of sitting on porch swings at both of my grandparents' houses, with the grownups inside talking and the other kids playing in the yard. Me, on the swing, in that dreamy in-between.

2 comments:

Ron Southern said...

You make me recall late nights at my grandparents' homes, sitting or reclining on a bed or sofa while the adults talked endlessly and the fireplaces heated my face and I could hardly stay awake (nobody wanted me to, either). I recall those things as clearly as if they were a taste or smell.

Ron Southern said...

When you're finally naked, we can see more than the one or two slat marks on your legs. That's when things get graphic and maybe vulgar words are said! Better than getting mawkish, though!!!