~Swinging & Singing~
Pull up a seat, swing and sing.
This oak has been determined to be between 200-300 years old and has been registered so we love it. Most of the big oaks on the property are at least that age and they are the perfect trees to sit under and relax for awhile.

Robust, strong, and large they remind me of my childhood wherein my brother had a tree fort in one. There was a broken branch that looked like a microphone up above and I used climb up and imagine I was in front of an audience while singing the only line I knew from the song Johnny Angel. Inevitably, someone always discovered me up there. It was my brother’s tree fort so I was led out of it. Girls were not suppose to climb trees. Anyway, I was always caught but I always managed to sneak back up. It was great.
Some may be asking, “are those fake vines”? The answer is yes, I do not have vines growing up around the bottoms of the oaks, they just are not good for the tree. These were bought at a local hobby store to hide the chain that keeps them up. Straps made from material to hold the chains are wrapped around the tree so there is no pressure on the tree limb. I am told by the arborists the tree doesn’t feel it so I am going by the pros. I think my trees love me. They swing with me.

Likewise, If you look to the right of the photo you will see some blue and red flowers. Those are solar lights. I have a few around up there planted strategically. Lights can sometimes discourage the coyotes and mountain lions that happen to meander every so often. This is my way to keep friendly with the environment and yet keep my Murray alive. Just for the record… he never goes out without me.
There’s this weeks short diddy for pull up a seat. This time it is pull up a swing and sing. Writing it brought back some fun memories of my brother who is now gone. Rack up those good times, they don’t last forever.
Til next time.
Dig the dirt and stay healthy.
Mrs. Shecky
Beautiful swing.
Thank you ☺️
I so love the swing, especially how you edited your photo making it feel nostalgic.
Thank you Teresa. Photography has been a passion for decades and now with the post editing so available I am having fun with it. Thanks for stopping in!
My pleasure.
I remember her song, so sweet. Something from a better, vanished time. My buddies and I built many a tree fort in those days, one was even underground!
Underground! Oh, I like that! I remember my Dad built a place to hide out during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Half in ground and half above. I helped him put the Campbell’s soup on the shelves. To this day I have to chuckle… All 8 of us crammed down there in a place no bigger than a closet. My mother would have killed us.
Oh geeesh! I’m glad she never did! I think the shelters are still a good idea, but better for tornado and hurricane survival.
I love old trees. They must know an awful lot that we don’t because they’ve seen it all and they’ll hopefully still be going strong long after we have left the planet.
Indeed, if they could tell the tale we would all be in a knot. But I sure would love to hear the stories. 🙂