The Tree Houses of My Dreams ~

Ever since I watched the movie "Swiss Family Robinson" as a young romantic pre-teen I fell in love with the idea of living in a tree house.  When we went to Disneyland in the southern part of California the first thing I dashed to see was the Swiss Family Tree House.  I climbed the stairs round and round the trunk of a "make-believe" tree until I reached the 1st level. I put my hands on the fence rails that surrounded the 1st floor there, ignoring the "other" intruders into my paradise.  I wanted to undress and put on a old-fashioned slip and blouse and feel the sea wind in my hair.  Up I went to the second floor and again as far into the sky and tree branches as I could go to the very top hoping there would be a private place for me.  It did get quieter as folks were too busy to climb to the tippy top and dream of a beautiful oasis that in my minds eye did not exist in this world with recorded songs being piped out of plastic flowers and cartoon people freakishly living outside of a television.  I left Disney Land that day knowing that I would grow up and build that wondrous tree house in my hearts memory and live happily ever after.  

Years later when I took my young children to Disney Land the tree house that I harbored in my heart was once again nearby.  I savored the childhood memory of re-climbing those huge wooden crooked stairs around the big beautiful tree once again until we finally got up, way up into the Swiss Family Tree house.  There really are no comforting words for the heart shock experience when a grown person goes back to their childhood mansion, no matter the form and find it small, claustrophobic and yes, plastic.  Hence my lifelong promise that I would one day see a real live tree house and bask in it's beautiful highness, the wind whistling in my ears pushing at me and the joy I would feel holding onto the rails knowing the tree was a huge safe protector holding me.  Off we went merrily to the tea cups and the smallish "It's a Small World After All"... Boy was it.  


Over the years I have continued my dream of climbing into a tree house somewhere and living there, free, wild, protected and happy.  The following link is a delightful company that builds these real, up in the sky-tree houses while not disturbing the health of the tree.  Imagine no plastic, crowds, immense space lost to expensive vacuum cleaners.  Blissful and cozy, swaying with the slight bend with the wind, being in the rings of the protector.  
http://www.la-cabane-perchee.com/web/site_uk.html

I really really never liked woody Wood Pecker ~