When we moved out to the country, the first thing my dad did with my kids was to build a tree house. They designed and built it in this clump of trees, making sure not one tree was damaged- even cutting a hole in the roof overhang in order for the tree to continue stretching upwards.
Right now, it seems as though my kids have forgotten the hideaway. It has been sitting empty all winter- waiting for them to climb the ladder or swing on the knotted rope.
While they've forgotten it, I have remembered that it sits there empty.
So I climb the ladder.
I sit on the "balcony" and listen to the wind creak through the walls.
If I stay long enough I catch eye-level glimpses of birds returning to our trees.
The woodpecker pounds his head incessantly against the trunk, and I can't help but laugh and think....that's exactly how I feel at times.
Which is why I'm so glad I have access to this getaway.
For now.
Spring is coming- {I could hear the snow melting today}, and my kids will once again reclaim the space.
But for now...
it's my tree~house hideout.
(but can we just keep this our little secret?;)
