My husband finished building the foundation for our new gazeba on Monday. Unfortunately, it poured rain here all day yesterday so we cannot finish until later in the week. He decided to raise the platform off of the ground just around 18". When he finished we put some chairs on there and sat and had a cup of tea.
Sitting there, raised just that little bit, gave me a whole new perspective of the view. It made me think that I would one day like a treehouse. Not a kids size one but a treehouse big enough to sleep in for the summer.
How lovely that would be! Raised up in the trees (we have a lot of them!) looking out over the farm our heads in the clouds ( well, sort of).
I love being up in the trees. There is something so whimsical about a treehouse. So special, like living amongst the faeries. I have an old brass bed that would be perfect and lots of old windows too.
Now I know why cats love being up there all the time.
Why should birds have a the fun? Now I just have to break the news to my husband, I think I will wait until the gazebo is finished.