magical light; and the landscape
freshness of childhood.
Growing up, my dad and step-mom owned a few acres in the mountains. Atop mega tree trunks a tree house was built—complete with bunk beds, windows, and stairs with a rail.
I didn’t realize it then, but those childhood weekends in our tiny cabin on stilts was the catalyst for a life time of feeling drawn to the mountains and a dream to one day have a simple place of our own to visit after long work weeks.
The moment I spotted a Tumbleweed house on HGTV I felt my tiny dream could possibly become a reality one day. Some Tumbleweed houses travel on wheels (check out their latest model Cypress 20) but we hope to ground ours on a sweet patch of elevated land.
A favorite tiny link: A Harbinger in the Heart of North Carolina
There’s no better season to do a little dreaming!
Care to share yours? I’d love to hear it!