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The Littlest House

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying) children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness


~ e.e. cummings :: "I am a Little Church"

The House in the Night

The playhouse arrived on Wednesday morning, ahead of wind and snow that we seem to have once a week, along with Spring. It was a wonder to see it delivered, honestly, on a special remote-controlled trailer the rolled side to side and back and forth at the touch of a button. I had it placed where the sunflower house was, which is a little sad. The yard has almost four dozen limestone rocks sticking out of it, though, so my choices were limited.   We'll get the pleasure of making another sunflower house in another spot (and finding more rocks).

It's a nice little house, with a roomy loft that has generous space for a twin mattress and some books.  With Willow being so tall, more space is always better.  I feel, sometimes, like her height gave her the extra push out of early childhood that she would have rather not had.  Oh, well, this little house is just right.  The downstairs space is a sitting room, with a couple framed pictures and a floor bed.  I've pondered a simple wooden toddler bed, but I'm still on the fence about that.  It's nice to be able to change the space easily, after all.  I'll get pictures when we have a sunny day and things feel settled.  I have decorating dreams for this little space, for sure.

Since the weather has been back and forth, it's been too cold to be out there sometimes.  I did have a bit of frivolity and run some extension cords out for a lamp and a small space heater.  The area is very easy to heat and the building feels pretty tight.  I'll admit that the children have not felt very content with being out there by themselves.  Maybe it is the grey weather, or the newness of it all, despite my efforts to embue it with the familiar furniture and mood of home.  I know things will change with time--it is also something for us grownups to get used to.

Mike was gone just eleven hours short of a whole week, and we spent the last hour of our waiting out in the house.  It felt quite cozy, really, with plenty of soft pillows, blankets, and a lamp.  I brought out some knitting and a book that I'm re-reading, and the children sank into train play.  I suppose we are all quite used to being together all the time.  While I'll admit that I had some dreams of having an hour to myself, the reality is different.  And really, it was easier for me to focus on my two tasks, along with being the gentle referee, in a little house the we are calling the Blackberry Bungalow Claim Shanty.

I've got thoughts on this dear book in the photo, but I'll save those for later.  I've got an early morning trip to the store--there's finally another grownup at home!

Knitting and Reading

Comments

( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )
sea_maiden_song
Feb. 12th, 2017 08:26 pm (UTC)

It is so small and perfect and lovely! I am trying to imagine how big it is inside ... definitely bigger than your standard children's playhouses it seems? Perhaps as big as a small bedroom? Looks cozy but roomy enough for you to enjoy being in there with your children and passing some time without feeling too cramped ... Very sweet <3 Looking forward to more pictures and seeing how you *homey it up* in the future ~~

impossibleway
Feb. 12th, 2017 10:31 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It is 8x12, so pretty good size. I wanted something that would fit them for awhile. :-)
elberethmyrrh
Feb. 13th, 2017 02:06 am (UTC)

It's adorable!

mi_er
Feb. 13th, 2017 03:15 pm (UTC)

I truly love it!

wifeofjoshua
Feb. 14th, 2017 05:46 pm (UTC)
How fun! Growing up, I knew a girl with a play house like that. It even had electricity and a little fridge. Seemed like a dream. :D
impossibleway
Feb. 15th, 2017 07:33 pm (UTC)
Wow! That does sound like a dream!
( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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