On the farm we built hay bale forts and snow forts. We had a treehouse (no, we never put a nail in a tree, just “dwelled” in the branches of a favorite climbing tree). I had a little secret house with several rooms inside the thicket of an ancient lilac bush, and forged tunnels under the long leaf-curves of day lilies.

So this is my new little hideout. No goals here. I’ve noticed other 43T-ers have created similar spots among their things, places to ask questions and share random thoughts, and to not overdo the thread-hijacking. Today, after visiting a couple of other hideouts and aviaries, I decided it was time to build a playfort among my own things. Stay as long as you like.