It sits right next to the creek, which is a little risky, but there is a lot of room for water to pass by underneath, should it come to that. Should it come to more, the wood will be salvaged yet again for other projects, perhaps.
Risa shares ownership with one of her granddaughters, who keeps house in it with her some summer nights.
Here one can nap, rise up, read,
write,
and nap again.
At this time of year the creek sings one to sleep easily, with redwing blackbird backup.
Afield for palms the girls repair,
And sure enough the palms are there,
And each will find by hedge or pond
Her waving silver-tufted wand.
--A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
Wish I had just such a retreat. Looks beautiful and inviting. Keep an eye on the creek!
ReplyDeleteHeck, with all the work you're doing on your place, it should be its own retreat soon!
ReplyDeleteIf your back gets sore in th' meantime, come over and lie down on the bunk and I'll bring you tea.