Sunday, July 27, 2008
more often than none, i wished that i had my own haven of a treehouse. a treehouse where the winding steps would make me feel like i was climbing to the tallest point on earth, and where i would be on top of the world. and the view from the top, even if it weren't so very tall, would be gorgeous. never mind the fact that my treehouse would just be a wooden decked platform set around the treetrunk, or that it'd have to be lit by a lantern. because the comfy cushions and wicker basket that held a stash of my favourite chocolate chip cookies would be all that i need.
for in spring, when the air is fresh, and the birds return from the south, the last of the ice from last winter melts away, and the occasional cool blast of wind. lazy sunday afternoons when i'd snuggle up with a good book and a glass of wine, or for when the girlfriends would come over and we'd pig out on chubby hubby and butterscotch ice-cream.
for when the flowers are in full bloom, and the warmth of the sun that makes you feel like you're living in eternal summer. or simply somewhere for to runaway to. because sometimes, when it gets too tiring, we all need a place to run to, a place to hideaway from the world.
for in autumn, when there would be splashes of orange and brown all around, oodles and oodles of leaves piling up, waiting only for you to jump into; the rustling sounds bringing you closer to nature. that, and when it would be time to pull out the thick blankets and curl into the wood of the house on a tree, where the roped bannister keeps out the chills, and you fall right into dreamland.
for in winter, where the first sign of snow falls, and covers the ground in a blanket of white. where there'd be nothing but miles and miles of flurry balls of white, and more white.
this lil' treehouse of mine......
8:11 pm
more often than none, i wished that i had my own haven of a treehouse. a treehouse where the winding steps would make me feel like i was climbing to the tallest point on earth, and where i would be on top of the world. and the view from the top, even if it weren't so very tall, would be gorgeous. never mind the fact that my treehouse would just be a wooden decked platform set around the treetrunk, or that it'd have to be lit by a lantern. because the comfy cushions and wicker basket that held a stash of my favourite chocolate chip cookies would be all that i need.