Treehouse Point in Fall City, Washington.
Americans love to assuage boredom by spending money on our backyards. It’s a little silly, and selfish. But…I’m not immune: I’d like a basketball hoop. I’d like a koi pond. I’d like a buried custom hot tub. I’d like a chicken coop (only now, I’m veganboy). I’d like a pool. I’d like a mom-in-law house for, well my mom. I’d like a big old rusted wrought iron fence, but I’d still like a way for the deer to come on in and wander around, as they like to do (haven’t figured that one out, yet).
And, I’d like a treehouse.
Good thing I don’t yet have the dough fro all this silliness: better, I think, to keep things simple, and enjoy the great world outside of my home, more.
Love the low-down ones, sometimes.
Now all I need is a lake: “One of our number one picks is this gorgeous and very sophisticated looking tree house, set on the very top of the tree, from where you can see if the pirates are coming and in what numbers. It also has a boat with a pulley so that on case of siege, you can flee away. This is truly a fairy tale tree house!”
Love how low-down and connected up this one is:
Like how light-on-the-tree this one appears to be:
Bonus round: other things I’d love to have in my backyard.
Dining table, work table, fresh tablecloths and (organic) garden:
But let’s remember: it’s not merely what we have: it’s who we are, and who we have to share what we are and have with.
A helpful slideshow of the process: