and the briers tore my feet. It was hard to move through but I was revisiting the past and some memories.
Imagine the brush gone, the humus hollowed out from this area. Now imagine a real top of an old wood cook stove and old dishes lining the rocks. This was my "playhouse".
Within the semi-circle of ledge rock, I had a whole house. The entry was where the small cedar now grows. The rocks were swept clean and the hollow was leveled flat with hours of dirt work by a child who could not yet read. Feeling like I was miles from home Mom could check on me from the kitchen window and let me continue to imagine great adventures. My first dog Helen was with me every step of the way.