A Path Less Travelled By

by Stefani on 17-October-2008

We took a different path in the woods today, our own "path less travelled by," and I'm so glad that we did. 

Our Path Less Travelled By

I do so love how my guys are learning to walk quietly. I love the hush that comes over them when they step from asphalt to leaf-covered ground. 

In our ramblings we found lots more evidence of animal goings on, but the most striking find of the day was an artifact of a different sort. 

Where Have The Children Gone

We came upon a long abandoned, but I expect not long forgotten, old fort. 

It made me at once sad and joyous. 

Sad to think that children must grow up and leave their woodland haunts behind them, joyous to think that even as they do, a whole new batch of young hearts has entered the forrest behind them. 

Small whispers echo through the trees once more. 
Kelly October 17, 2008 at 5:46 am

gorgeous post ~

elissa Finger October 17, 2008 at 5:54 am

it does have a lovely sort of haunted feel to it, doesn’t it? i can almost hear the feet rumbling across the boards, little ones shouting orders and tumbling down the ladder with peals of laughter or shouts of pretend battles. my BF and i had a fort when we were small and i can’t tell you the fabulous times we had there. i don’t think we should abandon them. i want one now…. makes me want to go pop in swiss family robinson!!! happy weekend to you and your fam…..

Regina October 17, 2008 at 7:00 am

Ah forts – nothing quite like them! We had a few choice locations over the years, but I liked the apple tree fort the best, because little snowdrops and crocuses and daffodills also grew under there. My brother called it the “girlie fort” but he played there, too.

tara October 17, 2008 at 7:12 am

What a great find for a kid! Heck, I’d love to have my own secret fort now:)

kaat October 17, 2008 at 7:14 am

Wow neat!
I was a boyish girl, always building forts but I was never allowed to use a saw or hammer and nails or even rope. I was supposed to play with dolls. Yuck!
And I’m so jealous for your glorious weather Seems like it’s always t-shirt/bare-chested warm where you are.
Love your new banner too, BTW.

Em October 17, 2008 at 7:49 am

Aww… I remember building forts in the woods behind my house growing up – they belonged to the church on the other side of the woods, but they let us play there. After a few years of us all being too old to play there, they sold the timber and now it’s so sad looking back there. Some of our old raked out trails remain barely visible – I guess we kids made our mark.

Baba October 17, 2008 at 7:52 am

We love building forts in the trees when I was a kid; which was quite awhile ago. It’s something every kid enjoys. I bet they made forts in the stone age too.

heather October 17, 2008 at 8:00 am

oh how bittersweet. sigh…

Courtney October 17, 2008 at 9:08 am

Lately I’ve been coming across / having “Puff the Magic Dragon” – “kids growing up and moving on” feelings and your image of the old fort and feelings stirred that up again.

I was happy to discover last week that my (almost 10 year old) step son still has his imaginary friend. Of course, it has been years since he’s been a day-to-day part of our family but when I asked my son if he was still around –

He said yes – he plays with Adam now – my 21 month old son – sniff, sniff. And sometimes they all play together.

Looks like we’re still holding on to that wonderful child quality even though he acts like a pre-teenager a lot. Sniff, Sniff.

Prairie Chick October 17, 2008 at 10:42 am

dreamy… in the true sense of the word.

jenny October 17, 2008 at 11:52 am

My family moved around a few times, but at one house my father built us a castle from leftover fencing. It was wonderful! I still drive by the house when I visit that town, just to see if it is still there. Funny thing is, you can’t see it. I just can’t resist driving slowly, craning my neck and remembering…

Katie October 17, 2008 at 2:46 pm

I have such mixed feelings about tree forts. Love/hate relationship sums it up. When I was a kids I fell from the tree house and was lucky I didn’t break my back. O’ but the fun I had amidst those branches…

waldorfmama October 17, 2008 at 3:12 pm

wonderful post, stefani…

lora October 17, 2008 at 6:07 pm

i was directed here by none other than soul mama herself, and I’m in love.

your blog is just what I’ve been in need of to settle in for with some hot coffee on the cold nights ahead.

This is wonderful.
I’m looking forward to reading. =)

Lasso the Moon October 17, 2008 at 8:19 pm

To make your own fort is cool, but to come across someone else’s, hidden in the woods, is like a dream.
Anna

Anne October 18, 2008 at 8:05 am

I think we should never grow too old for forts!

Relyn October 18, 2008 at 3:26 pm

OH! I always wanted my own tree house when I was a girl. I dreamed of secret club meetings and a corner full of pillows for reading and chocolate eating. There’s nothing in the world as good as a tree.

Cindy October 18, 2008 at 6:30 pm

Puff the Magic Dragon and Jackie Paper lives no more!!!

Thimbleina October 19, 2008 at 5:17 am

I love the photo of the fort. Some kids must have had lots of fun here.

debi October 19, 2008 at 12:18 pm

This post made me think of our own special fort out yonder. It was sad to see it abandoned for several years and then along came grandsons and a new life for the old tree fort.

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