I could get used to this working remotely thing, when my office is the "treehouse" that dad built himself. From this second story perch I was able to watch the deer passing through, eating the honeysuckle off the low branches. I saw skunks and heron and other wildlife… Wild America!
Mom's house has also become increasingly wooded, beautiful, and wild over the years. The treehouse that dad built in the giant willow tree by the creek has long since fallen, but was so well constructed that it remains in one piece on the ground.