Tag: six blocks
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Slow Enough to Notice
When we first arrived, we believed that building a home meant finishing things. We were wrong. A completed terrace. A green roof. A finished garden. A path where there had only been mud. There was always another project waiting. Another weekend. Another list. We thought that once everything was finished, life here would finally begin.…
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The Neighbours We Never Invited
When we first arrived, we thought we were building a home in the middle of nature. What we didn’t realize was that nature was already living here. We were simply the newcomers. The first visitors appeared quietly. A roe deer standing at the edge of the meadow. A fox crossing the field at sunrise. A…
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The Beauty of an Untamed Meadow
There’s a certain moment in early summer when the meadow stops looking like “grass” and starts feeling alive. Not manicured.Not controlled.Alive. Wildflowers appear between tall stems almost unnoticed at first. Tiny insects move through shadows. Butterflies land for only a second before disappearing again. In the evening light, even ordinary plants begin to glow softly,…
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The Work Behind the Warmth
There is something almost romantic about firewood. A pile of freshly split logs.The smell of wood in the sun.The promise of winter evenings, warmth, and a stove quietly burning inside. It sounds simple. Almost idyllic. But making firewood every year is not really the romantic part of slow living. It is work. Repetitive, physical, sometimes…
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What Stays, What Changes
Not just a roof.A part of the landscape. We knew from the beginningthat we wanted a green roof. So the house could belong —without standing out. It took a while to find the right way. In the end,we chose pre-grown trays —already filled with plants and substrate. Not because it was perfect.But because it was…
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Before it felt like home
It didn’t start as a place.Just a structure. Foam, metal, boards.Temporary coverings where windows would be. At that point,it still felt raw.Almost like something in between. Sprayed insulation.Not something that looks good —just something that gets done. Fast.Efficient. There are always different ways. This is one of them. Inside,something began to take shape. Not complete.Not…
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They stayed anyway
We went all the way to the Netherlands for them.To make it right. To make it ours. They were supposed to be colorful.That’s what we thought. But when they bloomed,they turned red. And somehow,that felt better. Every spring, we try to protect them.The deer always find them first. We moved them more than once.Changed their…
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A place that wasn’t perfect
After our first nightin a small container house,by the forest,with cows as our neighbors, I realized something. This is home. Our home. And slowly, it started to sink in.But we still couldn’t quite believe it —that we actually have a house. Maybe becausewe never wanted it to be “normal”. We wanted less.Less things.Less noise. We…
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