Treehouse

On top of a rolling Virginia countryside hill sat a sweet old farmhouse surrounded by corn, hay, and cows. Out front, a gravel driveway off the narrow dirt road led to two magnificent maples sheltering the house away from the hot summer sun. For three little girls, this place was a wonderland. Barefoot and free to roam and play, they had epic games of hide and seek; caught fireflies in jars; spent hours reading and coloring on the front porch; picked cherries, raspberries, and blackberries; jumped from hay bale to hay bale; grew sunflowers; played and squealed in the sprinkler; built castles and tunnels in the sandy horseshoe pits … never bored, always exploring and creating.