Beside our home, down a path.
Beside our home, down a path, past a fountain.
Beside our home, down a path, past a fountatin, through a gate.
Beside our home, down a path, past a fountain, through a gate and up the stairs.
And there you will find the treehouse.
Well, not quite a treehouse but a lovely little guest house that we rented from our neighbors while Oma came to visit and then Grammy. George enjoyed a little sleepover with Grammy here the other night.
I must admit, there have been some mornings when I would love to sneak over here and just close my eyes, and take a little nap myself. Except I think I would soon hear a certain little someone's cry through the trees beckoning me back home to feed him!
