We may not technically live in a treehouse but sometimes, from the top of our apartment building pressed against the jungle, I feel like I understand what it would have been to live in Sherwood Forest or amongst the Ewok. This morning alone we have battled an army of ants, rescued some waylaid butterflies, dodged an ENORMOUS wasp and moved out of the way while a nervous iguana scuttled from his home beside our picnic table to the gas tanks 20 feet away. There is never a dull moment...
(images via little lamb)
