My son found this rusted and weathered swing, abandoned in the woods behind my parents’ house.
Now, it hangs from the branch of an apple tree in our yard.
In winter, it has been abandoned by my children. The tree, too, has been abandoned by the warm sun of summer and the nurturing rain. It has nearly been abandoned by me and my camera (so many photos are taken here in the warmer months).
Soon, though, both swing and tree will be visited once again.