“The land is where our roots are. The children must be taught to feel and live in harmony with the Earth.” Maria Montessori
The work was to find the spot for our treehouse.
The hunt quickly ended in front of our little red barn/future chicken coop. I think because it was most convenient and the desire to climb was too strong. But, who knows, I may be jumping to conclusions.
They each climbed up to glimpse the prospective treehouse view. Thoughts of climbing higher were considered.
Some love was passed around. It did feel good to be outside in our light jackets.
Then the real contemplation began. The treehouse is mainly this boy's dream. His sister is willing to share in the joy but the real work and dedication will not be done by her. He is drawing plans in his head and thinking of consulting an architect friend. He has a treehouse construction and design book. He knows there will be a trap door. He thinks mosquito netting may be required. He has had this dream for some time and it has been permanently cemented by his love of The Magic Treehouse books.
I like this. It seems like good work. It feels like we are putting down some roots. Did I mention it felt good to be outside?
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