My treehouse remains a silent tribute to my father whose love will always live in this little place he built for me. © Brenda Aksionov 2014 Related PostsAroma Of LoveCaught In The CrossfireTata – On Your 88th BirthdayDecade Anniversary Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Alex Webley March 26, 2014 at 18:37 And what a fantastic treehouse is is too! Much better than most. Loading... Reply
Brenda Webley March 31, 2014 at 08:15 I will never forget all the fabulous play I had in my treehouse and I was very lucky to have a Dad who was a creative carpenter. Loading... Reply
And what a fantastic treehouse is is too! Much better than most.
I will never forget all the fabulous play I had in my treehouse and I was very lucky to have a Dad who was a creative carpenter.