Growing seasons

The wind was already nipping at my hand as I cut the butternuts from their more-green-than-I’d-like vines. I handed them to my father and we relocated them into the fabric yurt before the first hard frost descended that night. In this one round space with no separate rooms and all nooks allotted for, every new entrant […]

The (not round) hen home

This time last year we’d just finished our first wooden yurt building workshop.  And here we are now, finishing yet another wooden home that is being figured out as we go… This one isn’t for us, although Josh jokes (I think) that it’s really for him to move into when he starts to feel small-yurt-claustrophobia this […]

The yurt-bound winter

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 […]