the story of the treehouse....

well when i was a little girl, i played with a vintage kenner tree tots treehouse. it was my favorite toy and i wanted to live inside of it. as an adult, i still want to live in a treehouse. i watch the "berenstain bears" with sister bear all the time and i have bought her most of their books (they offer the best life lessons for your children by reading them). sister bear has learned about "too much TV" a favorite night time read and "giving to those in need". the list is almost endless....



back to my obsession with treehouses. i just love trees, so does my mother -maybe it's in the genes. nature and nurture, two very important things i love and live by. so i guess it all makes sense doesn't it? i have recently discovered a place in southern oregon (a favorite place of mine) called "out 'n' about treesorts" you can google them. i plan on staying there with the family someday! here visit: http://www.treehouses.com





i photograph trees often, they all seem to be unique in their own way, almost as if they are people. they are living things... i find alot of dancing trees, you know the ones with long branches (arms up in the air) reaching for the sky!

trees fascinate me. i fell in love with the redwoods on my honeymoon back in may of 2002. papa bear and i woke up exceptionally early the morning after we stayed in this beautiful resort nestled in the pine trees. we decided to start our day right then, so we got dressed and journeyed thru the giant redwoods. we were the only ones there, as if we had a special invitation that morning. no one else was invited. i hugged so many trees that day. you would've called me a tree hugger. it's one of the things i miss most about living so far away from california. well and my family as well.