Thursday, May 12, 2011

When did we stop dreaming?

When I was a kid, I always wanted a playhouse outside. And a home with secret passageways. Hidden doors. A slide on my bed. Stepping stones in the yard. Little things, really.
But I had forgotten.
And now I'm in a position to do *some* of those things.
The secret passageways in my house might be a bit too far-fetched although you KNOW I still want that.
But I can manage some of the others.
It's within reach.
I'll keep you posted. :)


Bethany said...

My momma always has dreams of finding secret rooms in her house. Always disappointed when she wakes, but wouldn't be awesome to really find an extra room or two that you didn't know existed? Can't wait to see what you have in store. Sounds like fun!

Tracy said...

i love this about you :)

Jenny said...

That's what I LOVE about gardens! You can make secret passages when you can't fit them inside your house. :O)

Wendy said...

Bethany, your mama is a woman after my own heart!

Tracy- thanks, girl. Love you!

Jenny- absolutely!!! I can't wait until my beans and cucs are bigger, and the teepee and huts really flesh out. :) Someday we'll live out in the boonies and have some woods (like you, I hope!) and I can make little huts and treehouses all over our land. :)

Just what are those Woods up to? said...

yaaaaaay! If I was rich I'd have bunches of secret rooms and passageways. You're awesome!