If You Can't Find Me . . .

If the rain isn't falling and there isn't something else more pressing I should be doing, I can be found in my new favourite room of our house.  Mind you, those two conditions mean that I on't find myself here a lot.  It has been a very wet and cold spring and who doesn't often have something else they should be doing.  Regardless of that, if I can sneak away, this is where I go, usually with a book and a cup of tea.

the deck leading out from our bedroom

I love this space.  I really love this space.  And I'm not the only one.  The boys can often be found out here too, with a snack, a pile of books and often whatever else they are willing to haul out there.  It seems to be the perfect place when you don't have the energy for outdoor playing but still want to be outside.

  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.