There has been considerable discussion at my house the last two years about the possibility of a treehouse. You are only eight years old once, so it was decided that this was the year to make it happen. When you combine an eight-year old dreamer (Wyatt) with a seventy-one-year old engineer (his papa), there is a lot of talk about possibilities versus structure/buildability/safety/etc.
And then the supplies had to be gathered - trips to yard sales for reclaimed lumber, to the lumber yard and to the Habitat for Humanity restore for bolts, etc., and to one of our own hidey-holes for necessary pieces!
And then the supplies had to be gathered - trips to yard sales for reclaimed lumber, to the lumber yard and to the Habitat for Humanity restore for bolts, etc., and to one of our own hidey-holes for necessary pieces!
Finally, they got started.
A left-handed hammer and a right-handed drill.
Learning a few skills along the way.
Safety first - a railing, gate, and a sturdy ladder so the old-folks can climb up there, too.
Every castle needs a shield and every pirate boat needs a flag.
You need a supply of rope because you might decide you want to surf under the treehouse. In arid Colorado, you have to pretend to surf on a rope and board.
Where will this happy boy's imagination take him next?
Hopefully, when he is seventy-one years old; he will remember the summer he and his papa built the treehouse.
I'm linking up to Mosaic Monday with Mary at
Little Red House
and
Outdoor Wednesday with Susan at
A Southern Daydreamer
Please stop by these two blogs as I'm sure you will enjoy your visit!
