Although Whidbey's May can be cooler than summer in San Francisco, we've had glorious skies the past 2 weeks. Crispin and Liam have visited the beach a number of times with their mom and finally, getting the perhaps unconscious contempt that familiarity has bred by living so close, gone to the beach with me. Here they are working on dams and waterfalls as the tide returns.
Our beach visits have been superseded, however, by a project that has granted pleasure and satisfaction beyond bounds to the three of us. We have invaded the empty lot next to our rental--formally choked by a tangle of blackberry briars--and have endeavored to rescue and redeem it, much as the gardeners at Monticello or Versailles might have worked. After clearing blackberries from a clump of alder trees, we have begun to construct a tree fort.
Expect a more finished photo soon (we have the frame and joists up). Liam is pleased with his ability to hammer and saw, Crispin is thrilled to elevate himself six feet off the earth, and I am finding the satisfaction of having proper wood and nails. I have fond memories of constructing--or being present as it was constructed--a tree fort with a few dads (perhaps some moms?) in the woods behind our house on Frick Road. I remember the excitement of constructing it but not too many details--yet, lo, even as I write this, memories begin to bubble toward me.
While brothers will have their conflicts and dashing disappointments, Crispin and Liam have cheered my indoor space with multifarious creative play scenarios in recent days. Using hollow blocks and silks, they have fashioned water parks for their little ones (wee folk that an adult might confuse for a puppet or doll, but in truth the little ones have been invested with life by their kindergarten teachers).
Location:Maxwelton Rd,Clinton,United States
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