Beautiful, Burt....I love it. What a way to cheer us up.

Debbie, I should have asked Beetle to get the rope swing up there. He can tie knots real good and lasso the tree limb from shore.

Granpappy is all settled and comfy now on his blanket with his coffee. He is waiting for Jilly to appear in a bikini. I told him this is a cut-off and t-shirt thing, not bikinis. But...you know how Granpappy is. He's a'waitin' for his sweetie to appear.

Dad burn it! I go off to the dump to get a tire for a tree swing & Granpappy done busted himself up.

Well, at least I have this tractor tire & it should fit a couple side-by-side, if the rope's strong enough. Maybe we ougha use a tow chain.

I know Beetle. It is unbelievable. Granpappy thinks he is still a spring chicken. It must be all the excitement for him when Jilly comes a calling.

You know, I call him Old Coot and he calls me Little Coot, and i think he thinks we are flirting.

Ohhhh myyyy gosh, Jilly. When you said "coot" I remembered some images I once looked at and loved. I would love to start a collection of them. Take a look see:

Coots and Biddys

The old coot in the images makes me think of what our imaginary Granpappy would look like. hahhahaha

Yes! With a ratty old well-worn in cowboy hat.

Now this is the way folks down home party:

Bluegrass Clogging

Thanks, Beetle. I knew we could count on you to make things right. This will be fun -- two at a time on the swing. I get to go with Beetle!

Loved the video! They were having some good fun.

I love a good rope swing! This is awesome. And its so hot out. It's nice down here in the holler.