Where have all the Children Gone?

Back in August I shared about the beginnings of a treehouse

in a post called Of Treehouses and Growing Up

It's all a memory now.

This lonely treehouse ready, 

waiting for the children

who were waiting for it to be done.

I did my own little tour of it to take some pictures.

This is the view straight ahead,

coming into the front door, the back door open.

To the right there is a staircase going up.

At the top of the staircase there is a landing 

with a rope bridge to the loft.

The loft in the dormer

above the front entrance. 

Back downstairs, out of the back door,

you get to an outdoor porch.

And a view from the rope railing

looking toward the back door.

This treehouse was designed by my H and Chris, 

the pilot who became a builder on his furlough.

A childhood memory that stays with me is one of how I 

envisioned a playhouse under an outdoor staircase.

It was fun to plan and decorate it, even if only in my imagination.

Never would I have thought that real playhouses 

would become reality once I was too old for them.

But really? 

Maybe you never are too old if you can still dream.

The kids have their own plans about what they will do,

things such as having sleepovers or decorating it, 

oblivious to the virtual reality this becomes for their Grammy

who was once a girl with playhouse dreams.