a room of your own
I built you a hideaway.
Well, fixed more than built since it was already there, but it’s for you. I hope you like it.
I suppose it’s like a room of your own only it’s a room in a tree.
I have asked the squirrels not to bother you, but squirrels are not good listeners so I apologize in advance if they prove disruptive. They can be distracted with nuts or pieces of string, I’m not sure why they like string but they do.
There’s also a flag that used to be yellow but has faded in the sun to a color like butter but you can still use it, you just string it up on the roof when you want company.
(The squirrels do not seem to care about the string with the flag for some reason.)
So now you can have your alone-with-squirrels space and leafy quiet to work or read or dream in.
And if you put the butter-colored flag outside and I see it through the trees I shall come to visit you and I shall bring tea.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.