Back in 2010, after much discussion, Wyatt and his Papa built a tree house. See that original post here. Now, again after much discussion, the tree house is coming down. Bob has determined that the elements have taken their toll, and it really isn't that safe any more. We've checked with the grandkids about the option of repairing or tearing down, and apparently teenagers do not need a pirate ship, a castle, a quiet place to read, a place away from adults to pout, etc.
It appears that I'm the only one that is sad that it has served its purpose, and is no longer needed or wanted.
I'm in mourning.
I decided that what I'm really sad about is that my grandkids' childhoods have been fleeting, passing so quickly.
When did this little boy, who was so excited about his tree house ---
turn into this tall teenager?
Bob and the teenager will get the rest of the tree house down; then, next Spring, we will re-landscape.
I'm joining the following:
Between Naps on the Porch for Metamorphosis Monday
Smiling Sally for Blue Monday
Have a Daily Cup for Share Your Cup Thursday
The Charm of Home for Home Sweet Home Friday