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TREE FORT LIVING ~ Who needs a REAL house ? ~

Tree fort living is where it is at. I am on an official tree fort marathon.  Can’t seem to tear myself away from it.  I am incognito.  Off the map.  Out to lunch.  Gone to Margarita~ville.

It is in-describable how good it feels to sleep amongst the sway of the trees , and the night time sounds.  Ok, ok, sometimes I am totally chicken, but we are not going to really talk about that.  What could possibly get me?!! A cow ? A horse ? I am sure I will survive.  If not, this is my cry for help…come find me , if I never post again.

Oh, I have my excuses, for never leaving my “new official home, errh…hideaway…escape from dishes”….

Scrabble

Listening to the rain

Reading a good book

Listening to music

Sipping vin rouge

Sure , I have been attacked by the odd moth, but heck, I am still alive and well.  Note to self : Do not turn on iphone in the pitch black, and play around in twitter~ville.  If there is a moth in the room, he will do the face bounce ~ phone bounce ~ off the head bounce ~ I felt like a human swatting machine with arms flailing and getting no where.  I looked like I was doing the chicken dance at Octoberfest.   Thank Gawd, I was not being video recorded. Em-barr-ASS-ing.

I look this next shot from the bedroom loft of the fort, this morning. Can you blame me, for not dragging my fanny out of bed?  Uhhmmm, yup, this is what happens when your contractor LOVES creating tree forts.  Wish I could swing the camera in a 360*, so you could see the dormers.  Only my head can do a 360* Linda Blair, when a moth gets out of control and does the nutty dance on my head.

My girlfriend stayed over last night.   We sat on the front porch of the fort and talked until the wee hours about one of our favorite places ~ PARIS !!  We did manage to try to dream up tree fort names.  Thought we may even name it THE GIRLS CLUB HOUSE .  Don’t tell the boys.  I will have to break it to the kids, when they get home from camp ~ Mommy is living in the tree fort for the rest of her life.  Over and out.

 The hours just get away from me.  I forget about things like dinner.  Grocery shopping.  Whatev.  Food schmood.

9 Comments Post a comment
  1. I would never leave!!! Absolutely amazing!! I think your tree house is my new mental vacation destination :)

    January 20, 2012
    • haha, too funny ! I agree. I just LOOK AT IT, and it is a mental vacation. Truth. Lynne xx

      January 22, 2012
  2. Janice #

    It is truly beautiful, and I can feel the peacefulness just looking at it.

    August 27, 2011
  3. yvonne #

    this treefort is in heaven…my mom, sister and i sat up there with the contracters and had a bevie…they loved it…lynne is right it really is going to be hard to tell the kids…i bet this treefort will be booked from here on in!!!!!!!!!!!!

    August 3, 2011
  4. Anonymous #

    looks great and i like all the pics to go along with all the story telling. i will be out there this Sunday to start on the electrial.

    August 3, 2011
  5. And tell me Ms.Jane…does Tarzan love it as much as you? Bet he doesn’s get scared! What happened to the vingnet??? Last picture had 4 things in it!!!! LOL…you are definately going out of the box!!! Love <3

    August 2, 2011
  6. This is so basic and beautiful! I love plain would in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and nature. I would move in right away :-)
    Thanks for sharing, love it!!

    Franziska San Pedro
    The Abstract Impressionist Artress

    August 2, 2011

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