Tiny houses. I had a fondness for them before I even knew what they were⏤or should I say, what they would become.
Growing up, my family owned a few acres in the mountains. Atop mega tree trunks a tiny 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 would become the catalyst for a life time of feeling drawn to the mountains. And dare I say, the desire to one day have a simple place of our own to visit on the weekends.
So imagine my delight the day I spotted a Tumbleweed house on HGTV. For the first time, I felt like my tiny dream could possibly become a reality in the future. Some Tumbleweed houses travel on wheels but we hope to ground ours on a sweet patch of elevated land with the sweet scent of Mountain Laurel surrounding it.
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy. -Lope de Vega
Lazy afternoons, cool lemonade, and a shaded hammock. Summer is the season for dreaming. So what are you dreaming of these days?
beautiful season
magical light; and the landscape
freshness of childhood.
So pretty, Cathy! My dream is a house on a mountain lake. Woods in the front, lake in the back.
I've pretty much decided I'll have to wait until the Lord returns to get it, though!
That sounds divine, Susan!
I love the stillness of a lake early in the morning.
Dreamy!
Yes, beautiful! Hope you get it!
Me too Vonda! 🙂
Thanks for stopping by…
I too, have a little dream to have a cottage in the mountains by a creek – to smell the water and hear the breeze in the trees. 😉
love that cute photo!
Hester, 😉
Hester, maybe we need to move closer to each other and combine our efforts! 🙂
Love you!
That's the same tiny house I had on my former blog. Since my husband of forty years passed away suddenly and unexpectedly five years ago I've moved five times. First into my son and families home until I could get over the shock and into a better emotional state. Then into my own apartment which turned out to be the apartment from Hades! Then to another apartment that was a bit better. Then back into my son's home to help with their new ministry. Now I'm sharing an apartment with my best friend, another single lady who has physical problems. The beautiful tiny house is still somewhere in my dreams, and would be wonderful, but more than that, I simply want to be exactly where God wants me and I think for this season of my journey; I'm there.