Ohhh ~ I know ~ I remember a large plum tree I’m the field behind my parents home ~ large branches, easy to climb, and fruit to eat. When the tree had to come down my father built a play house for us. He named it the Magic Cottage. The cottage could be any place we wanted it to be. The structure had a floor, roof and the framing ~ our imagination filled the walls ~ a place for the pilot to sit ~ a tea party at the castle ~ a fort for the Calvary. Oh the Magic of a child’s imagination. The play and stories would go on for days. I’m thinking the tree must be a place for thought and imagination ~ the Magic for Charlotte 💕
Ohhh ~ I know ~ I remember a large plum tree I’m the field behind my parents home ~ large branches, easy to climb, and fruit to eat. When the tree had to come down my father built a play house for us. He named it the Magic Cottage. The cottage could be any place we wanted it to be. The structure had a floor, roof and the framing ~ our imagination filled the walls ~ a place for the pilot to sit ~ a tea party at the castle ~ a fort for the Calvary. Oh the Magic of a child’s imagination. The play and stories would go on for days. I’m thinking the tree must be a place for thought and imagination ~ the Magic for Charlotte 💕