I can't tell you where the obsession came from, but I am obsessed with Tree Houses.  Something about being closer to the stars, suspended in the fresh air, a miniscule feeling of floating....

These feelings might be hiding quietly within my childhood soul, buzzing whenever I spy a house up high.

 

 If true tree houses could not be so, I dig this modern day feel.

 But can you imagine living here.... a bubble in the sky, oh my.

 Or a quite spot above a creek.

 Needs no explanation. Suspended living room? Dreamyyyyy

Not quite a tree house, but overall chill.

Fresh white flowers, no matter the time of year, make my heart skip a beat.