"From our dining room window
at the farm, the rustic swing was always in full view. It became a
place for lullabies, telling stories, watching chestnuts grow, waiting
for Daddy to come down the lane. When winter came, the bitter winds
would make it sway, as if beckoning us to come for a ride. But, when
the still of evening crept in, and all was calm, it seemed quite
content to wait "Till Next Season."" - Trisha Romance
