A couple of years ago, I had a bright idea of having a secret "getaway" behind the camp trailers. Kind of a hideout of sorts. I had envisioned a kind of open-air pavilion with strung up white party lights dangling high over a hard-packed dirt dance floor. (As a child, back behind our house, my sister and I often had little hideaways where we would play house! The underbrush was made up of yaupon, small cedar trees, wild grape vines and post oak trees). So, being the adventureous group that we are, the 4 of us went maybe 20 yards back, to a prospective area, and started clearing underbrush, which this time, was made up of cactus, mesquite, knarley vines and such. Well, we decided to do that in the heat of the summer, and didn't quite finish the project. I thought about it a few times afterwards, but we never got back to the project, even though we had made some pretty good progress.
So, during the holidays, my brother-in-law said, "Have you seen "the retreat?". So, with wide eyes and great expectancy, we made a little trip to the area I remember working on not that long ago.
This is what I found. The Ford tractor that had been purchased to help work on deer camp projects, now sits right in the middle of my secret pavilion! Beautiful rusty tin makes up the walls of an open air tractorport!
I decided we needed to toast the newly completed project, so Barbara and I climbed up onto the tractor that cool, crisp mimosa morning, raising our glasses to "the retreat".
~I love surprises!~