Still Wishing for a Tree House

Fall is such a romantic time of year to me.  I tend to be a little more fanciful than most as it is and when fall comes around, I’m even worse.  I love watching the leaves change their colors and when the fall winds blow, it’s like they’re dancing at an autumn ball; there’s nothing like taking an afternoon stroll all bundled up in your cuddliest sweater, that’s your favorite color kicking the fallen leaves on your path… And nothing more welcoming when coming in from the cold, after jumping in a pile of leaves (yes, I still jump in piles of leaves), than a hot cup of apple cider.  Don’t forget the romance of barn parties with their blazing bonfires and yummy mountain pies, couples snuggling on a hay bale while roasting a marshmallow for each other…  innocent cold kisses stolen under the bright stars at night… *sigh*  How can anyone not see how romantic the fall is?  Then there’s all the baking of cookies and sweets and family-get-togethers and amazing parties! Autumn is filled with such fun and romance.  It also brings back long forgotten dreams that we had as children. 

When I was younger, I used to climb trees… barefoot and on the occasion while in a skirt (Mama will be horrified, if she reads this… sorry Mama).  Being up in the trees was one of my favorite places to go when I wanted to get away.  There was one tree in particular in our front yard by the brick wall.  It had the most perfect branch with a “v” that I lay on and not fall out.  Back then we had portable cd players with big head phones, and I used to take mine and go up there and hide.  With my ear phones on, I couldn’t hear a thing except for my music.  I’d lay up there on my branch and doze and dream, and plan what my life would be like.  One of the things was my get private get away; my tree house.

I’ve always loved them and wanted one where I could do my art or in the fall and winter, curl up with a big fat book in my big fuzzy socks, my softest sweater, and not be disturbed.  If given the opportunity, I’d probably live in one.  But then I’m odd like that.  If I could have one right now, this is what I’d choose…

You know, I think my little girl would love one of these too… So I think I’ll definitely keep the tree house on my bucket list…  May this fall find y’all with romance on your doorstep!

Blessed Be