We’ve lived on our property for one year and one month now, watching the sun go through her seasonal dance through the sky. Being on the north side of our hill, we don’t get as much direct sun as we’d like, so we’ve spent a lot of time considering the best spot to site our bigger tiny house. I am thankful for the time we’ve had to watch the light change through the year.
Where should we site the house? Tucking the house in the woods would be lovely, but in summer, we get lots of rain. Being totally shaded would encourage mold and mildew. Moving the house out of the trees and into the open spot right in front of the tiny house, would not only block the tiny house’s view, but the sun would beat down on us in the heat of the summer, and we’d still be in the long winter shadows. Nestling the house just below the tree line seems to be the best option for us. Here’s why: the shade of our tall forest will protect us from the summer heat, there is airflow around the house, and we will get filtered light all year. In fall, the trees drop their leaves and the sun will sit low on the horizon, peering into our large windows all winter.
This decision has a finality to it. Each time the season changed, I was glad we hadn’t already built the house, because we learned something new about the land and the light. There does come a time when one must decide or risk being paralyzed by indecision. It’s a real scary commitment, decision. Here we are: at the leaping off point, but our careful consideration of the options makes it feel okay in my gut (that’s how I know it’s right).
Now that we’ve made these big decisions, we can see progress. Karl, in his sweet Latvian get-it-done way, took down five trees in the four hours I was away at work. (How am I going to get video of this process if he keeps getting it done while I’m gone?;) He took down two leaning pine trees, some weeds-turned-trees and an old locust. Just that bit of clearing opened the forest. It’s exciting to make way, to see the future.
After felling the trees, Karl cut them up and chopped the locust into logs for our future wood stove. Locust is an ideal firewood, burning hot and clean. I enjoyed hauling and stacking the wood, all the while imagining the cozy feeling of throwing my first piece of that locust into our sweet little wood stove in our bigger tiny house. Building intentionally is a fulfilling practice.
Exercises in mindfulness:
I read an intriguing review of this book:
Finding Your Way in a Wild New World: Reclaim Your True Nature to Create the Life You Want. I’m gonna check the library for it this week. Sounds inspiring. She discusses “Breaking Through Decision Deadlock” which is a real obstacle to living the life we want. Have you read it? What did you think?