|Landon (three years old) in the treehouse|
Someone had taken a few bricks off of the front of the playhouse in the backyard - a memento I suppose for a sweet little house full of moments they wanted to remember. I'd felt that too at one point - searching around for pieces to keep to remember later on that this little home was once here and was once an important part of our life. (The fruit trees we planted in the backyard? The miniature rose bush from the front porch? The address numbers I painted? A cupboard knob from our refinishing? A few snails for Landon? :)
We sure had some happy times in that little house. So many of our memories there are of projects, improvements, planting and clearing. Chopping down and planting trees, scrubbing and cleaning, planning and deliberating, sanding and painting... If nothing else (and soon there really will be nothing else), those are pretty sweet memories to keep.
|That little tiny tree behind the mailbox is not so tiny now -- the mailbox is almost completely hidden now and you have to practically climb inside the tree just to get to the mail!|