INTIMATE QUARTERS
FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER I HAVE LOVED CABINES, FROM MOSSY GARDEN SHEDS AND GREENHOUSES TO BEACH SHACKS AND VERDANT TREE HOUSES.The closest I’ve come to owning one was the grandly named “summerhouse” I lounged in as a child growing up in the suburbs. In reality it was a decrepit wooden lean-to held up by Virginia creeper and rambling roses. But to a child it felt woodsy and magical. Its old beams were stout enough to hold my
