There IS magic in treetops, with the rustling and whispering of their own secrets as the wind blows gently through their leaves. I used to sit up there to read when I was young. My sister and I would ride out bicycles to the library and fill our baskets with books. We would ride home, eagerly anticipating the adventures that lay ahead in our books. I would get pieces of fresh, juicy, ripe nectarines and peaches from the bowl on my mother’s kitchen table and put them, with two books, into a small basket with a handle. I would tie a rope on the handle, throw it over the lowest branch, and after swinging myself up to my first perch on my favorite tree, I would pull the basket up. I continued this way to the top of the tree, always conscious of the familiar footholds on the limbs that ensured my security. Perching myself in the top of the tree, the queen of the neighborhood would look out over her kingdom before embarking on a journey to a new time or place between the covers of my best friends…books! Needless to say, I was overlooked for many a chore by taking my refuge in the tree top…no one could find me!It was the perfect escape…food, book, and peace!
And I remember when I used to sit up in the trees at Grammy's house in Chesterland nibbling fruit and listening to you tell me about when you used to hide in the trees! Except she never made me do chores :)
ReplyDeletehow fun! we used to hide in my great grandma's potato pantry. I am pretty sure though, she did actually know where we were. We played hide and seek- and hid while she got time to read the newspaper. We thought we were SO sly! bwaaahahaha! Smooches!
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