All summer I've been heading over to the picnic deck first thing in the morning. I plan out my day, journal a little, prioritize a little - you know, start-your-day type stuff. And it's the best, because I'm out of my studio space, and thus out of the "must get everything done right this second" space. It's a little oasis to get my self together before I jump into the fray. (In fact, I'm sitting on the deck right this second, and just noticed that Rhino Puppy is digging a crater-sized hole in the yard while he attempts to find a mole. Oops.)
And while this picnic deck is the perfect place for a relaxed start to the morning, it doesn't have any walls. And so I'm going to be kicked out of my morning office as soon as the weather gets cold. Which leads me to... the tree house. My parents built it for the grandchildren to play in about 10 years ago, and now the grandchildren are too old to want to play in it so we've been trying to figure out if there's something fun to do with it.
Clark wants to make it a tiny bunkhouse for kids to use when we have house guests. But it's seriously tiny, so they'd need to be Lilliputian house guests. And we thought about turning it into the fanciest chicken coop around, because we have some friends who did this with their old tree house - but I like it an awfully lot, so it seems a shame to turn it over to the chickens. And also I think my dogs might love to eat chickens and life kind of provides enough stress so I don't think I need to go looking for any.
But I was sitting here at the picnic deck the other day looking around, and it hit me - the tree house might be my perfect auxiliary office for winter. It's tiny, so it wouldn't be hard to get a space heater to warm it up. Plus tiny means it wouldn't be expensive to retro-fit - it mainly needs some bigger windows and a few gallons of white paint. So I think I see a tree house in my future.