The heavy duty chains were strong enough to support our weight and the swing would hang from hooks attached to the porch ceiling.
Our back porch was like a covered deck that extended just outside our kitchen door and along the windows. This was the ideal place to hang our treasured swing.
Resting in the welcoming arms of the mounted swing we could view the cows munching the grass in the pasture just the other side of our rear cyclone fence.
Early in the mornings we would enjoy a second cup of coffee while the air was still cool.
In the evenings we would watch the fire flies dance and demonstrate a fireworks show.
In my vivid imagination I can envision God having a front porch equipped with a swing where he sits and dangles his feet as he sways and bends down to smile upon his children.