My father-in-law graciously rented a gigantic house for the 15 or so family members that flew to Atlanta for my sister-in-law’s wedding last weekend. The house was old, but so charming. There was damsel wallpaper, lattice quilts and gorgeous lamps and accessories throughout. But the best part was the view from the back porch. How many homes in Southern California have forests in the yard? And there was a tree house. The first authentic one I’ve ever seen. Of course we loitered in it a bit and I got to play around with my new camera — a Christmas gift from the Husband.