A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench…
Pull Up a Seat Challenge — Week 20
Growing up, we had gliders that looked like the one below. I’m not sure that it is a glider, but as a boy, we always wanted to be the one sitting on the glider since it rocked back and forth. Any chair on wheels, or that rocked, back then, was always coveted by me and my brothers. Chairs that moved, were a rarity.
This was sitting in the yard of a home in Asheville, NC. The entire yard was one of character, because of it’s lack of attention more than anything else.