Among our many fetishes, count the tree house. It doesn’t matter whether it’s old club-house style tree house, banged together our of scavenged plywood, scraps of two-by-four and Grandpa’s nails, rope ladder dangling below a “NO GURLZ ALOWED!!!!” sign, a Dwell-style ultra-modern tree house or some crazy sphere suspended in the middle of the air, we just love ’em.
Being so high off the ground, it feels safe and distant from the worries of the world. There are no deadlines or chores when you’re in a treehouse; no obligation to go anywhere because there’s nowhere to go; there is just the quiet peacefulness of the wind and birds.
Now, we know that Wallingford is full of treehouses. We’ve seen them on our walks and rides, tucked into backyards, and we’d like to take you on a tour of them. But first, we need to know where they all are. If you have a tree house and wouldn’t mind the Wallyhoods paying you a visit, e-mail us at [email protected] or drop a note here in the comments section. We can leave out your address if you’re not OK with it, but come on, just in time for Spring, share some inspiration with your neighbors.