One of the benefits of living in the end unit of our row of town homes is that our kids get to enjoy what we call our side yard. It's actually a common area, mostly grassy, with a couple of nice trees and... The Clubhouse.
The Clubhouse is situated at the back corner of our house, on the steep bank that separates our neighborhood from the main road. It consists of a group of large forsythia bushes that grew up in sort of a U-shape. A pack of small neighborhood children can tote various props--dolls, doll strollers, kitchen stuff, back packs, balls and sticks--into the center of the U and be snug in their own little nest. (I'm sure they feel like they're hidden from the world; fortunately, I can see them through gaps in the branches from the back and side windows of our home.) I think it was our 7-year old neighbor Aurie who christened it The Clubhouse. At any rate, my kids love it and play there often.
Here Meg is sweeping out her "kitchen." (I keep coming back to this picture, with Meg's hair pulled back and that expression on her face. I think she must be reminding me of someone--maybe on my side of the family? But I can't quite figure out who it is. Anyone have any ideas?)