I just discovered that I haven’t posted a blog post about the treehouse in over a year.
That is like eating candy every day and not talking about it.
Okay, I do that too.
Who can resist a good milk dud ? Not I, said the treehugger.
It’s always a good time for a milk dud.
I’ve come to realize that we all need a place. A place to love and retreat to.
~ AND ~
I realize we all can’t get high in the trees. But….. we can do it here on the blog.
Ready to get high?
High up in the trees.
Come with me. Afraid of heights ? Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand.
Floors = Recycled barn boards
If I have discovered anything in life.. it is this :
Who you are is shaped by where you've been.
That officially makes me a chimpanzee or somethin’ somethin’.
Truth is, I’ve spent a lot of time up in these trees.
The smell of the air, the sound of the trees… it’s good for the soul.
Not feeling great? Step outside. Look at the trees. It’s a feel good place to be.
Look up, life gets better
Today, I’m sharing the treehouse with you.
Want to see more?
You can see how we recycled an old barn into a treehouse here : Our Treehouse.
Have an epic day,
Don’t forget, you can get high. High up in the trees.
