"Wishes for bridges each step of your way." - Maria Pavlik aka Penelope Puddle
Friday, 28 December 2012
The Youth That Once Was
AS IF RIPPED from the earth by a tornado and randomly tossed into a tree, this playhouse was a surprising discovery on a recent walk in Crescent Beach. Painted the aqua shade of a tropical sea the house was easy to spot with no leaves to hide it. Its dark window was an eye to enchanted places from where children peered out in the summer months when their imaginations flourished. Perhaps birds and squirrels now find shelter in the treehouse since the youth that played there have become more grounded.