When the days turn warmer and the longings to be outside increase, I pack up a basket of supplies and work beneath the bowers of our great White Pine. This arrangement worked well until last autumn. Heading to a conference with my friend Carie, she suggested we arrive early so we could picnic and hike at Walden Pond first. Good friend. After a visit to Henry David Thoreau's cabin my work space didn't quite cut it any longer.
Carie inside Thoreau's simple cabin after our hike.
I began wondering just how long it would be before Maxim and Luca could build a writer's shed for their mother. When I saw Roald Dahl's Gipsy House over at re-nest I doubled their handicrafts.
Can't you just see yourself writing out next year's homeschool plans in here?
Does the romance lie in the hearkening back to the carefree days of childhood? Back then play was your work and it was accomplished in a tree house or fort. Or is it the idea that with a few hours of truly uninterrupted time, our thoughts would flow forth onto the paper like a living stream.
If you like, take a moment to visit the writing huts of Mark Twain, George Bernard Shaw and more and let me know what you think. Which work space would inspire you most and why?