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A Nest of Your Own

Have you ever longed for a special spot, a quiet retreat, a relaxing hide-away? I remember building a "secret fort" with neighborhood friends (right there in my neighbor's back yard), when I was a child.

In the desert, many homes come with a "casita", intended as a detached guest room with bath. My casita is my private practice office where I see clients for therapy. I have often fantasized how it would look as my "art and craft studio" instead. My friend often sends her husband to their casita, when annoyed with him! That is desert lingo for "in the doghouse".

We were in Redlands, CA today, and passed this home in a quiet residential neighborhood. How cool is this tree house? I wonder if it is for the kids, the grandchildren, or a spouse's private spot to get away from the world?

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Comments (2)

ChrisV:

Nice picture. It does look like it would be a quiet refuge for an adult. I lived in Redlands for about 23 years, attending schools and such there, but haven't been back in about 5 years. It was a great town in which to live but I hear it's changed from my childhood days.

Amy:

I love child-built forts. At school I keep lots of "loose objects" around for fort-building--rope, sheets, old sofa cushions, those huge plastic baker's pallets that come in rainbow colors, big boxes, recycle items. It's cool to see how the kids use them in their play.

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