I’ve always been someone who loved a good treehouse, a secret clubhouse, or a secluded writing nook. About the time I started reading Trixie Belden books, and wishing I had a secret clubhouse like the one in those books, we moved to a house with a tree that already had a kind of crow’s nest treehouse. It fit one person well, two if all you were going to do up there was talk or read, but it became one of my favorite spots of my childhood. When my daughter wanted a treehouse, my husband got right on it. I think he was creating the kind of kid’s retreat he always wanted growing up. He put the platform within some tree branches, but low enough to the ground that she could jump down if she wanted to, then double-reinforced it’s strength with posts. Truthfully, I think he didn’t want his little Read more…