We have a little tree house hideaway in our woods.
My son built it, well, longer ago now than I think it was. I want to say last summer, but I’m pretty sure that’s not right. He’s not close by, so I can’t ask him.
One day he was struck with the inspiration that he’d like to build himself a treehouse.
I’ve long thought I would take pictures of it to file away here on my blog. Never happened. The Think Write Thursday prompt popped into my inbox this week and it said,
“Write about a treehouse hideaway.”
Well. I have this cute, little treehouse hiding in the trees nearby. I’ve wanted to post pictures. Looks like this is an opportunity to take.
That found me with camera in hand taking a short trek for a few photographs.
I’m the mama, so of course I’m impressed with the construction and structure of the treehouse.
T spent quite a bit of time working and sawing and loading and hauling.
His sister pitched in a little and she gladly pulled out some fabric to create a cheery curtain at the treehouse window.
There’s a hammock and a tire swing and a plain rope, too.
Soon after the treehouse was proclaimed finished, R & T rounded up sleeping bags, pillows and a few snacks and drug it all out for an overnight stay in their treehouse hideaway!
Spring is here and summer is coming. The leaves are creeping forth and as they grow, they’ll hide this treehouse hideaway from view. It sits close to the roadway, but when the leaves grow, you can’t even tell it’s in there.
This treehouse has me thinking. I go search my blogpost drafts. Yep. I started a post about my son and growing and leaving childhood back when he was working on this fort. Then, just as I never posted treehouse pictures, I never quite finished it either. I’m going to try though! I’m not going to give up on it yet, because it holds words and musings dear to me.
Hideaways and forts and playhouses are some of the best creative children’s play, I think.
I never had a treehouse, but I did have a playhouse that my Dad made in a space in the top of our small barn. I loved it! Loved it. My little wooden stove and my sister’s toy wooden cupboard were out there and I spent hours playing and pretending. We even had our own electric light in it! I remember picking flowers and stuffing them in an old cup to festoon my toy tabletop.
My kiddos created a play place using old junk and who-knows-what-all in the trees at their grandparent’s house. Hours of pretend and play were spent shaping and imagining all sorts of adventures in this fort!
One of my cousins had this wonderful A-frame playhouse with a second story! I thought it was a dream come true. It was so fun to climb the rungs on the little ladder and peek out the window in the upstairs.
Little joys in life!
What hideaway did you love?