Very shortly after we first decided to build this wooden tapered yurt, we also decided that the roof would be metal. This, despite that the 300 or so wooden yurts before our’s were roofed with cedar shingles. We could all see the potential benefits, and “metal roof” was written on the yurt plan Bill Coperthwaite […]
Five years ago today I was overdue, awaiting a spring chick. Walk-waddling down the cul de sac road in a sweatshirt, smelling the awakening earth, wondering when our new little one would join us. The night of March 17th I tucked Caden off to sleep as usual. By midnight Aria had arrived. Caden and his Mimi somehow […]
Two months of bitter cold layered with snowstorm upon snowstorm… The fabric yurt wall shrank in on us more than ever. Outside wasn’t much relief from the winter claustrophobia, trying to squeeze down single-body-width paths, often semi-sideways with a 35 lb bucket of compost or water in each hand. Finally, the first sign of spring […]
These days we buy very few things that fall outside of the food and basic survival categories. One of those very few things arrived this week, wrapped in raw sheep wool from the authors’ farm in Vermont: A Man Apart: Bill Coperthwaite’s Radical Experiment in Living, the just released book by Peter Forbes and Helen Whybrow […]
Josh went out to shovel some of the giant snow drifts off of the wooden yurt roofs…. Or so I thought. I next saw him walk by with a sled, and then this… Best (or at least craziest) sledding around. What’s that? More snow coming all next week? Happy Friday.
Earlier this week the blizzard winds whipped snow between cracks of the yurt, snowing down on Caden as he watched the storm through the door window. That was the same chilly storm that had me so layered that the children decided I’d make a good pillow, taking great fun bouncing themselves off of me. Midwinter… […]
I notice how very warm I am in bed, inside the fabric yurt, even when early January temperatures outside have dipped to -11° F, down to -28° F with windchill. Until I step out of bed into the 42° F dark morning air. Brr. These are the times this little yurt has a difficult time […]