Hidden Aerie

It was a crisp, bluebird day here in Seattle yesterday, a fine patina of frost clinging to every shaded leaf and blade of grass well into the afternoon. I took advantage of the sunny weather to take a nice long bike ride, up out of Wallingford through Wedgewood and up towards Shoreline. Typically, when I take these rides, I don't take any of the major bike trails like the Burke Gilman or Lake Washington Blvd. Instead, I prefer to cruise the the little neighborhood roads, left here, right there, checking out the kids playing in the street, the yuppies tending their yards. Seattle's great for such meandering, as it's chock full of pockets of garden art and other oddities.

Case in point, I'm riding yesterday, take a little detour through one of the greenspaces past a dead end, haul my bike over a few tree stumps and across a stream and what do I find? Well, this isn't the Rusting Cars blog or the Junkie in Woods blog, it's the Treehouse blog, so, shouldn't be too hard to guess that I found myself a treehouse. Just a little one, for sure, but still this delightful aerie was nestled above a bubbling little brook, a hidden piece of serenity amidst the hecticness. A couple of the rungs bolted into the tree spun like windmills when I climbed up, but it was still mighty, mighty peaceful up there.

Now, if I could just fit a bed, a potbellied stove and some lounging furniture up there, I'd be done.