There was a swing in the oak tree on the eastside of the house when I was small. The tree was later cut down and a new one planted. The peach trees in the yard were always favorites, as well as the fire bush, harvest bells and mom’s beautiful roses. We ran bare-footed all summer long. Our feet got real tough. We stepped on bees a lot, but it never hurt as much as those darn sweat bees!
On the southeast side of the smokehouse was a grove of plum trees. They were so good. We played a lot and made play houses there. It was always cool and shady. We buried plums in old glass jars pretending it was treasure to find or to eat later, who knows? They must still be there today.