I’m pretty behind, but these are from about three weeks ago.  There’s a small playground on base that we rarely visit, since there are so many great ones around here and this one isn’t that special.  We pass it every time we go to the post office (no mail comes to our house, so we pick up about once a week).  It does have one thing going for it: swings.  Swings are a hard find out here for some reason, and this was a lovely spring day.  Max asked if we could stop and I couldn’t think of one good reason why not.  So we pulled over for a swing break and everyone was happy.