Playground Love

"It is a happy talent to know how to play."
Ralph Waldo Emerson


I used to swing at night ALL THE TIME, singing at the top of my lungs.....
you forget how wonderful it is!
Ten of us went to the playground late last night to swing under the stars.
It's super fun and endearing to see grown-up boys swinging all together.

And lovely girls:

We were immediately swept up into the pure fun of PLAYING...
weird how easy it is!

Action shots:


Bring on the silly.







Mine and Em's version of a jump (from about two feet high, we basically stepped off the swing)

LOVE THESE KIDS!


Also, it was a balmy night that felt like springtime was upon us, and we want to come back and bring wine and snacks and blankets and run around for hours.
Howling at the moon!

Comments

GrittyPretty said…
hahahaha! i love your sense of fun! coincidentally i just wrote about mandatory recess so it was perfect to read your post!!
xo,
quel
January 12, 2010 at 1:25 PM
Amy Beatty said…
I can't believe long lost friend made it!!! I think your and Ems jump was just lovely. It all looked like so much fun. Good plannin Em. We will have to do it all over again this summer, maybe a park by the river. Love you sweetie- and where was Dar?working?
January 12, 2010 at 1:42 PM
boots said…
HAHA i used to hang on old playgrounds all the time!!! much too cold now but come summa!!
January 13, 2010 at 5:38 AM
mattbeatty said…
stan's got that pose DOWN. love the action shots.
February 1, 2010 at 7:23 PM
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