This painting will be put to use as a blueprint for a real life tree house whose construction will begin this week! My daughter climbed the tree and pointed out where the main structures should go- one main floor where the branches begin to grow outwards and a higher up crows nest lookout. A slide and a hanging ladder will bring the finishing touches. (We are looking for an upcycled play slide at least 9 ft long.) My grandmother planted the tree of choice in our back yard about 70 years ago. It is a flowering cherry with pale pink blossoms in March and then is covered in deep burgundy foliage the rest of the summer and fall. The branches a very strong and will make an excellent base for a tree house. More to come…
minutes went by and I saw no need to get up. I thought about some things that can stress me out- the large trucks that decompress their brakes in front of my house, the bills, my laptop, the garden that needs tending, do I need to get married?, helping my daughter prepare for her end of year school play, fixing the car, the ridiculousness of 
I listened to the birds chirping and the wind in the trees. I turned around to lay on my back and that helped my shoulders relax more against the hard ground. I know dirt was sticking to my clothes and hair. The sun was strong and started stinging my face. I flipped my shirt up over my head and let the sun fall on my armpits. I hear animals lay in the sun and use it to heal themselves. Although I’m sure my friends thought it was weird, my cat didn’t, and just walked passed me and laid down. In total 45 minutes passed. I slowly got up as one does from savasana practice in yoga, and had a partially smoked cigarette in my studio.
emilia kallock 