Some of you might remember when I posted about our Swingset Deck project here,
complete with [hideous] before & [much better] after photos.
Our two girls, now in their 20's, outgrew their swing set many years ago...
But because of memories like these, and me being the overly sentimental fool that I am,
I couldn't bear to part with their old wood swing set...
I couldn't bear to part with their old wood swing set...
... so it became the inspiration and framework for a backyard sitting area where
climbing hydrangea and clematis will be crossing the monkey bars rather than two little girls.
climbing hydrangea and clematis will be crossing the monkey bars rather than two little girls.
The story isn't too different for the Gnome Home
(so called because of its current lone inhabitant).
(so called because of its current lone inhabitant).
Once upon a time, long before Mr. Gnome
called this place home...
called this place home...
... two wonderful, silly little girls inhabited this magical place,
built by their daddy just for them.
built by their daddy just for them.
They spent countless hours laughing and giggling
in this magical little place...
in this magical little place...
... so magical that they were even able to entice our old Mr. O'Malley
to climb the ladder stairs and join in on the fun!
to climb the ladder stairs and join in on the fun!
But children have a way of growing up (much too fast) and
leaving swing sets, tree houses, and all their sweet memories behind...
leaving swing sets, tree houses, and all their sweet memories behind...
And no matter how much we'd like childhood to hang on
for just a wee bit longer...
for just a wee bit longer...
...it's not part of nature's plan.
And so these days, it is little bunnies who frolic by the base of the tree house...
...and a family of birds who wind their way from the birdbath to the ladder steps
to pay Mr. Gnome a visit.
to pay Mr. Gnome a visit.
But sometimes when it's very quiet, while I'm out watering flowers or filling bird baths,
just sometimes an enchanted breeze will gently blow through the treehouse...
just sometimes an enchanted breeze will gently blow through the treehouse...
... and stir up memories so real that I swear I can still hear
two little girls laughing and giggling from inside.
two little girls laughing and giggling from inside.
Wishing you all the loveliest memories in your own enchanted gardens.
Donna
This week I'm joining
Tracie's Cottage Garden Party at Fishtail Cottage
and Show & Tell Friday at My Romantic Home.