This is going way back much further than I'm going to admit publicly. Let's say, it's firmly back in the last century.
We had this really nice backyard in Istanbul, full of cherry, mulberry, and fig trees. It had two levels and the upper level was deemed the "kids' garden". In the summer, we often got our tent up and I spent all afternoon reading in there. Happy memories.

Btw, this was a scheduled post that was supposed to go up on Thursday but it didn't. Also, I have no idea whether my posts sink or swim on Facebook since I'm off for Lent. These blog articles get shared on FB automatically. Please comment here, if you want me to see it! (Is anybody reading this? Bueller? Hello?)