six-blocks

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  • The Beauty of an Untamed Meadow

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    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,…

  • The Work Behind the Warmth

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    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…

  • What Stays, What Changes

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    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…

  • Before it felt like home

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    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…

  • They stayed anyway

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    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…

  • Held for a moment

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    nothing stays

  • No reason, just this

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    just this

  • A place that wasn’t perfect

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    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…

  • The First Night

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    You’re probably wondering what our first night was like.So were we. We couldn’t wait to find out. Would we be scared?After all, we had always lived in an apartment in the city — not at the edge of a village, by the forest, with cows as our neighbors. As soon as the terrace was finished,…

  • The Second Attempt

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    Everyone remembers the first try.The mud.The waiting.The sentence we never thought we would say. But there was a second one. This time,everything worked. The road held.The crane moved.The truck arrived. And the house finally found its place. In a few hours,what once felt impossiblebecame ordinary. Water.Electricity.Waste. All connected.All working. What remainedwas quieter. A terrace to…