|the deck leading out from our bedroom|
Special little touches are being added. Like the herbs that were doing well in the garden but just seemed out of place. They seem to have found their place here.
The ceiling and three walls of our new room:
Each time I step outside I feel like I finally have the treehouse I always wanted as a child.
All are invited for tea, coffee, maybe even a glass of wine if the mood should hit. Just ignore the mess as you pass through our bedroom. I blame it all on the boys.