treehouse

Fifteen feet above the forest floor. Enveloped by the needled branches of white fir and Douglas fir trees. Cooled by a most welcome breeze that carries the slightest hint of fall. Chattering pygmy nuthatches from the tops of the nearby pines. It’s been a good long while, and way too long – decades, in fact – since I spent any time in a treehouse.   Every kid should know what it is like to play, daydream, climb into, relax, and just hang out in a treehouse. Making sure my two … [Read more...] about Hanging Out in a Treehouse