A forest flat

So I’m driving down the road this morning, just minding my own business, when I glance off to the right side of the street – and I really can’t believe my eyes.

I actually turn my car around, circle back one block, and pull over.  I literally get out of my car, and walk across the street to get a better look.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Wow.

Hopefully you can tell from the picture: this tree house is bigger than the actual house it ‘belongs’ to.  Amazing.

I hope the kids who enjoy(ed?) that tree house really understand how truly special their parents are.  That’s a big ol’ expression of love, right there.  And it’s pretty permanent, too.  It’s like a tattoo for the yard.

{And the visual that popped into my brain as that last sentence flowed from my fingers *totally* just made me smile.  Awesome.}

Stef

P.S.  Here’s a picture of the amazing hangout from the winter, when the tree is bare of its’ leaves – and you can see all of the tree house.