Serveral years ago, I received a garden swing for Mother's Day. It has been one of my favourite features in the yard ever since.
In our Cold Lake yard, it moved around constantly, but out here, I put it under a maple in the northeast corner, and it must be the perfect spot, for it hasn't moved in 3 months.
The canopy, weakened by the sun and damaged by the wind, is better left off anyway. It is very natural to just lay back and look upward into the branches of this beautiful, old maple.
My kids, especially my son, love the swing. He loves to lay it out flat and lie down on his tummy with his nose aimed toward the ground. He then swings himself while watching the ground move back and forth, back and forth, for what seems an impossible amount of time. It must be very hypnotizing, because he is always in a very relaxed state after he has treated himself with a bit of motion from the swing.
I might move myself back and forth a little, the equivalent of being on a rocking chair. But to be honest, I get motion sickness easily, so doing what he does would just make me feel ill.
Usually there is an argument as to who gets to sit beside Mama on the swing. So I will move from my favourite corner to the middle so that each child has a side to lean on. This is an absolutely awesome way to pass an hour.