Fun and adventure in this tree house within a house, penned by the imaginative mind and fun spirit of Lady Vivian. Keep the welcome mat out, I would enjoy climbing up to see you. P.S. Just love the photo. Joy L. Hale/ Lady Joy
l love this one along with the photo of the treehouse itself. THE WISE OLD OWL needs a new place to live and loves the treehouse with your wonderful poem to bring it to life. George AKA THE WISE OLD OWL
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2011
Wowwwww this is great writing sweet lady...love that photo oh my...Hugsss
Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2011
A TREE HOUSE INDEED...WHAT A VIEW HEARING THE BIRDS SINGING THERE MELODIES CLOSE BY, THE SOFT BREEZE UPON YOUR CHEEKS.
WE HAD ONE IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD. WHAT A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE. THANKS FOR SHARING THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE WITH US..BRINGS ME BACK TO THE DAYS MY FRIEND THAT WE THOUGHT THEY WOULD NEVER END...REMEMBER THAT, TOO?
HUGS ANNA
Enjoy how you think out of the box. When the ground was cleared for our house to be built, corn began to grow out of what is now our living room. Now, I grow some in my backyard vegetable/fruit garden.
A delightful Idea and poem. I would like to visit you. Can you let down your hair for me to climb?
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 10, 2011
Sounds, and looks, like a winner to moi. I knew a guy from Texas that built his house in the ground, don't think that would work alongside the Big Muddy.
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WE HAD ONE IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD. WHAT A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE. THANKS FOR SHARING THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE WITH US..BRINGS ME BACK TO THE DAYS MY FRIEND THAT WE THOUGHT THEY WOULD NEVER END...REMEMBER THAT, TOO?
HUGS ANNA
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings,
Christine
Cheers and please stay dry,
Dan