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asakiyume ([personal profile] asakiyume) wrote2016-04-15 11:50 am

red swing

I saw this yesterday. It's not really in the woods; it's at the back of someone's backyard, which backs onto the woods. But it looks like it is. The woodcutter was alone in the world after the untimely death of her husband, so she took her child with her when she went a-felling in the forest. She strung up a swing so the baby could rock and sway and converse with the squirrels and the birds while she worked. (They have red plastic in this mythical nevertime.)




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[personal profile] marycatelli 2016-04-15 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Red's dangerous. The -- ehem -- Good Folk are sometimes offended by humans choosing it.

[identity profile] sartorias.livejournal.com 2016-04-15 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Looks like woods to me!

And a lovely photo, with those glimmers of light.

[identity profile] queenoftheskies.livejournal.com 2016-04-15 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Our yard backed up to some awesome woods when I was growing up. My father made us a rope swing in one of the biggest trees. The ground was on a slope, so we'd start high on the slope, run, jump, and swing sooooo far. It was amazing. :D

I think your idea would make a really great short story, FWIW.

[identity profile] amaebi.livejournal.com 2016-04-15 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
It could be red leather, really And the child could learn the languages of winds, trees, squirrels, birds....

[identity profile] topum.livejournal.com 2016-04-16 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Makes for an interesting photo.
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[personal profile] sovay 2016-04-17 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
She strung up a swing so the baby could rock and sway and converse with the squirrels and the birds while she worked. (They have red plastic in this mythical nevertime.)

I like that. I thought it was a lantern at first.

[identity profile] mnfaure.livejournal.com 2016-04-17 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
That ruby glow is so enchanting!

an urban swing, for your swing-in-the-woods

[identity profile] heliopausa.livejournal.com 2016-04-17 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
I passed a swing the other day on the two-feet wide front step of a house in a very narrow road; it had been made by the proud grandfather who was with the very little girl sitting in it; she settled down into it, looking at me with solemn eyes, and deliberately pushed off, showing me that she knew how to swing. :)
(I showed how much I admired this skill; much happiness all round.)