My little 'tar paper shack'

Do you remember this place that I wrote about in May?

Well this is my little getaway in the woods.

It doesn't look very appealing form the outside...

But when I open the door I feel right at home.

This is what it looks like today.

This bed my husband found at the landfill several years ago.

He knew I would love the color and patina on it.

I think I'm going to be redoing it in a more neutral palette soon.

But it will be hard to let go of the way it is,

because it just feels so calming to me.

My husband calls it my little 'Junie bird's nest'. I think of it as my 'little tar paper shack' because my uncle in Florida who was raised in Picabo, Idaho, said all he needed to be happy in life would be a little tar paper shack in Idaho. Well he's been a long way from Idaho all his life, but I know in his heart he's in Idaho.

My husband needed to do some fencing up here last week so we pulled the camp trailer up for Landon and he fenced while Landon and I enjoyed the smell of the aspens and willows. I cleaned the nest up and perused magazines and just enjoyed the time away from home in these beautiful surroundings. I feel so at peace here. A real spiritual connection to this place that cannot be explained. I have got to make more time to enjoy this place. I have got to slow things down a bit and just be.