THE PLAYHOUSE KEY
by Rachel Field
This is the key to the playhouse
In the woods by the pebbly shore,
It's winter now: I wonder if
There's snow about the door?
I wonder if the flower-sprigged cups
And plates sit on their shelf
And if my little painted chair
Is rocking by itself
It doesn’t matter how
small or how big it is – I love to play house .
When I got my first playhouse I was over 50 -becoming a grandmother
was the perfect excuse to make my dream finally come true! But I
couldn't have had more fun, and with the help of some man-power from the men
in my life – the dream became a reality.
Summer is nearly over and it is time to wash the teacups , tuck in the dolls and bunnies, and close the windows against the changing chilly winds.. .
Small houses have been a delightful part of childhood for generations. There is magic in having a space that
"just fits", and there is no better place to take tea with cookies.
Tiny tea parties call for very small treats
Tea parties are for everyone – boys and girls, tiny tots and big shots.
Tea with the Twins
Cousins get cozy
Its never too soon to practice proper manners
Small houses are fun for the small boys also
This little guy liked sweeping the porch better than anything
Who invited the kittens? They must have heard about the cream!
Some of life is ever-changing, but thankfully some things never change – little ones grow up but the playhouse stands at the ready for the next curious child – always ready for tea in the afternoon after a morning of planting seeds in the little garden that surrounds the house.
The little garden offers a place to experiment, pick miniature bouquets, and snip fresh herbs for tea.
But oh! We loved the Little House
A thousand -ten times moré!
We loved the tiny window-panes
The funny swinging door.
The Little House by Abbie F Brown 1908