The New Clubhouse

     We left a clubhouse in our move last summer.  It's something my two boys remind me of everyday.  A clubhouse, and a much loved swing.  So when Ben saw the wood against the garage, he assumed it was for a new clubhouse.  I didn't have the heart to tell him I salvaged it off the side of the road to make our garden boxes out of.  

     It's amazing how many hours can be consumed when you give a boy a hammer and a bag of nails.  They worked on it all afternoon and only needed  help nailing on the roof.  They have big plans for this clubhouse.  A nice addition to the pirate raft Dad made them for Christmas.  We just wish we had our Lake St. friends to fill it with secret plots, adventures and popsicle wrappers.