Today is my son, Jesse's thirty-first birthday. This is a re-written and updated of a post I wrote for his birthday. The post started forming as I reflected on an extremely windy day. I hope you enjoy reading or rereading it as I do.
The wind blew and the house stood. Usually a good thing. It is nice that my house is still standing, but today I am talking about the treehouse. Like most good tree-houses, this one has stories to tell. Built by my son and husband, the treehouse is a reminder of my son's own history.As you can imagine, not all of the treehouse times were good. I have a feeling that those boys will not soon forget the morning after a particularly eventful night that they heard the voice of an angry demon screaming from below.
But mostly good times surrounded those weekends at the treehouse. Whenever those young men get together, you may be assured of hearing at least one treehouse story. One of my favorites is about our hound dog Peach. Peach often stayed with the boys on tree house nights.
The house had a pully system with a box attached so that they could pull up supplies from the ground. With some effort, Peach could be brought up in this box. Usually, though, she was content to stay below. Being a hound dog, Peach liked to track animals. If we didn't catch her quickly enough, she was given to chasing deer. We frowned on this and tried to stop it whenever possible. Late this particular night, the boys were sitting around the fire. Peach had gone off hunting. All of a sudden the woods erupted in motion as Peach flew out of the woods and jumped over the fire, running hard. Before the onlookers had a chance to recover, a doe burst from the woods in pursuit, ignoring the boys, intent on teaching a lesson to one scared hounddog.
Not long after that Jeff saw the same thing happen in the hay field. I think Peach may have accidently come upon what was probably the same doe who had gained valuable confidence at their last encounter. This time Deer chased Dog across the hay field. Peach finally learned her lesson and from now then was content to watch deer from afar.