Of wagons and tire swings

Growing up on the farm, we always had a red wagon, (a gift to me when I was a baby) and my Mum always gave us rides in it. Around and around the yard it went being pulled by Mum or by Mum-on-her-bike. It got parked beside the garden while Mum worked, toted sandbox toys from one place to another, and even was converted into a covered wagon for the local rodeo parade on year! That ole wagon held many wonderful memories in our growing up years! Five kids, lots of cousins, and countless visitors and adventures later, the wagon ceased being safe for little tots. Hence, Auntie Chloe decided she would buy a brand new one for Granny last year, so she'd have one to tote little ones around in again.

While at the farm on one sunny, and not quite so windy day, Avery and I took Hope out to the yard to try out the new wagon. Sadly, Granny had a sinus infection, so she couldn't come play with us that day. After tying up the rambunctious puppy, Zephyr, we were free to pull Hope all around the yard.

Hope was thrilled!

Decided we'd lay her down and see if she liked that. Yeppers!
Sittin' up again, and lovin' it!
Uncle Avery thought of the pillows. I think it was a good idea for lightweight Hope!
Getting her primed with wagon-riding, we thought we'd see about tire-swing-riding, with a little help of course. She thought this was great too, giggling as she swung.
Uncle Ave hops on ole' Midnight (the name of the tire-swing horse) to keep the little one safe.
"Ride 'em cowgirl!" Such great memories. :o)