How about a bit of fun for this Monday?
I feel like we need it after last week’s post about our malfunctioning stove, plus everything else that’s going on in the world. (P.S. Tasco agreed to take back the stove, so I bought a new one at the end of last week. Thank goodness. I’ll share more about the new stove once it arrives.)
Let’s think about a playhouse for Ellie, shall we?
When we were growing up, we loved playing outside when we went to visit our grandma’s house. She had a super deep, super steep backyard that sloped down to a ravine. Halfway down the hill tucked into some trees and bushes was a little tiny house with white pealing paint. It wasn’t big enough for an adult to stand up in, and by the time we came along it only housed abandoned lawn furniture. But we were told it had been my Mom’s playhouse when she was growing up. It always seemed like the coolest little spot to me. It was so hidden and private and obviously kids only.
We had a great backyard growing up and tons of things to do and lots of freedom. But we didn’t have a playhouse. We would occasionally build forts, and it was always a thrill to have a place of our own.
I’d like to give Ellie that experience, and fortunately I have a great start with our grain silo beside the barn.
Wouldn’t this make an awesome playhouse?
It’s big, so there are lots of possibilities of what we can do.
My plan is to make it two stories. It’s tall enough that a floor halfway up would still make two really usable spaces–an adult could probably even stand up (though I probably won’t be invited).
A ship’s ladder would be a simple way to get up and down.
It’ll need a few windows for light, and maybe a better door.
Beyond that, Ellie could make it what she wants.
This spread from the May issue of Country Living gives some ideas, although this is much more extravagant than what I have in mind.
I think this would be a great secret space for her. I can even see sleepovers out here once she’s bigger.
Plus, if we truly are in the apocalypse, the silo would be a place to house all of the friends who have told me they’re coming to the farm when the world ends.
Did you have a playhouse growing up? What do you think Ellie needs in her playhouse? What would you do with this grain silo?