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Publié par | eBookIt.com |
Date de parution | 23 octobre 2017 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781456630140 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 10 Mo |
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Table of Contents
Inserts Table of Contents
Prologue
The Moment Everything Changed
The Fire is Lit
The Real Research Begins
The Prophecy and a Proposal
Back to Wildwood Manor
You Can’t Go Home Again — or Can You?
The Move
The Universe Aligns
Back to the Drawing Board
Breaking Ground
Permitting Greywater
Building With Tires
Rhythm and Routine
Tired of Tires
Settling into Fall
Twisted Oak Comes to Life
Weathertight
Winter Wondering
A Spontaneous Winter’s Day
Bringing on the Power of the Sun
Saying Good-Bye to Wildwood Manor
Queen of My Castle
Springing Forward
Summer Fizzle to Fury
The Long and Grueling Wait
Resolving the Floor Fiasco
Moving In
Moving On
Table of Contents Inserts
More About Passive Solar Design
More About Thermal Mass and Insulation
More About Greywater
More About Reusing, Recycling, and New Materials
More About Photovoltaic Solar Power
The Scoop on Poop
Twisted Oak Consulting
More About the Author
Acknowledgements
Prologue
~ Natural Cycles ~
The morning begins in Twisted Oak’s outdoor living space and gardens, where the soft scent of honeysuckle lingers on the morning breeze. The chirping of songbirds fills the air, and a lone cricket adds his melody to the mix. Just beyond the garden, a mourning dove coos softly, and the gentle tinkling of wind chimes completes the harmony of nature’s morning chorus. A lizard darts across the still-warm rocks, performs his morning round of pushups, then ducks back into his hole within the landscaping. A brilliant orange Monarch butterfly lands for a moment on the purple blossom of an ice plant as colorful prayer flags float gently on the morning breeze. The soft white noise of traffic in the distance is a reminder of a fast-paced, hectic world beyond the borders of this oasis.
A warm, creamy beverage slowly sipped and savored while surrounded by nature creates the ideal moment for reflection and gratitude at the beginning of another day. There’s no need to hurry, rush, gulp down breakfast, or battle traffic. The day will still be rich and full, spent exploring an unrealized passion for writing while offering the lessons of Twisted Oak to those seeking another way of life in a modern world. Meaningful, gratifying work has always been the brass ring, and now is the ideal time to share the valuable knowledge accumulated during the journey of designing and creating an off-grid, self-sustaining home and the resulting life that unfolded.
For now, the hot days of summer inspire outdoor work during the cooler morning hours, then a retreat into the always-comfortable tire-wall house to work on the computer or attend to indoor chores as the afternoon temperature spikes outside. The day may very well conclude with supper outside, enjoying the garden and the view surrounding Twisted Oak. After the sun sets, the famous Colorado stars will fill the sky, providing a superb opportunity to share the conclusion of the day with faces gazing upward into a star-filled, indigo sky.
Seven years have come and gone since pounding the first tire, beginning the creation of Twisted Oak and a new way of life. Change and growth are inevitable, and so are the unending cycles of nature. Over the course of these seasons, Twisted Oak and the family have endured marvelous, as well as challenging, events. Two boys have grown into young men, ready to take flight and decide how they will live in this world. The days of homeschooling around a kitchen table littered with crayons, colored pencils, glue, and construction paper no longer exist. Now, young men drive themselves to high school and bike practice. The table, now covered with charging cell phones, laptop computers, and other devices, remains a center of family activity. There have been tearful good-byes to two beloved pets as they completed their role in the circle of life, as well as new excitement in welcoming a kitten into our menagerie of household pets.
A decade of single life and parenting has transformed into a life with a loving man who said yes to two teenage boys, a house full of critters, and an off-grid lifestyle at Twisted Oak. His fresh perspective, experience as a builder, and his willingness to work naturally with the land has infused our home with new and exciting possibilities, helping create the now charming outdoor living space that is just the right amount of organization within the wild land. Natural paths curve around rocks harvested from the property to form gardens. A place in the shade or the sun is accessible nearly any time of day or season and a comfy spot to read, journal, meditate, or play music is always available.
Now, as the summer sun reaches its zenith, the volunteer mullein thriving on the property are only rosettes of soft fuzzy leaves, yet to send their tall stalks to the sky. By the end of the summer, yellow blossoms will cover their staff-like stems and invite hummingbirds and butterflies to find their nectar. As the Autumn Equinox arrives, sweet downy woodpeckers will seek out the seeds, perching lightly on the woody stems. The plant will barely sway under the tiny bird’s weight. Volunteer sunflowers will fill the spaces left wild, creating a canopy of glorious, yellow blossoms. Unrivaled by any cultivated plant, the flowers will attract bees, hummingbirds, and other woodland critters. The seeds will ripen, and the mound of plants will become an autumnal circus. Chipmunks, squirrels, and a variety of birds will descend upon them. The cats will watch transfixed at the windows while the tiny animals climb the numerous branches to gather their winter food. The thick stems will bend to the ground under the weight, then unexpectedly swing up with startled chipmunks holding on for dear life.
By the Winter Solstice, the sun will rest in its low winter home on the southern horizon, and the outdoor garden will have received a soft blanket of snow to cover the plants while they slumber through the freezing days and nights. Inside, the sunlight will have moved deep into the house, where the indoor garden will welcome its warmth and light, showing its gratitude with new growth and voluptuous, colorful blossoms. Winter mornings will begin with quiet reflection, cuddled into a sun puddle in the living room now bathed in the solstice light.
The sun will climb higher in the sky and the days will warm with the arrival of the Vernal Equinox. The snowy blanket will recede, revealing the tips of crocus, daffodils, and iris as they push their way back into the world. Snow melt and spring rains will fill the cisterns with water for drinking and cleaning. The outdoor garden will start to bloom again, producing summer shade as well as homes and food for all our furry, feathered, and scaled friends. The cycles of the seasons will begin anew.
The Moment Everything Changed
“Turn your face toward the sun and the shadows will fall behind you.”
~ Maori Proverb
It was a dark and stormy night. Like Snoopy, I’ve always fancied beginning a story with that line. As both an idealist and a romantic, I considered beginning this tale with “Once upon a time.” Since the phrase conjures up images of helpless maidens in need of rescue, and since there will be none of that in this story, it would not do.
So, it was a dark and stormy night.
It was the Northwest after all, and it was dark, and it was stormy. The sky that day was blustery, and the unrelenting wind was blowing the tall cedar trees, bending them dangerously from side to side. But, in truth, it was daytime. I was sitting at the window watching the precarious dance of the trees in the wind as the rain pelted against the window pane. I was lost in thought, although I’m not exactly sure what had been on my mind. Whatever it was, the spell I was under broke with the sound of my young son’s voice.
“Mom, it’s time for us to move.”
My mind floated back into the room. Move? What an unexpected statement from a ten-year-old boy.
“Or was it?” I pondered.
I never thought he would want to move, having lived in the Pacific Northwest all his young life.
Why would I want to move? I had lived in Seattle for nearly twenty years, marrying, establishing my career, having my children, and raising them there. Seattle had been home for almost two decades and even our new place in Olalla on the Kitsap Peninsula, away from the bustle of the city, had instantly felt like home. The neighbors on our tree lined road had quickly become friends. In addition to admiring them, I enjoyed spending time with the artisans, musicians, and artists who were attracted to this rural and wild part of the peninsula.
I spent my childhood in Durango, a small Southwestern town in Colorado touting abundant sunshine, plenty of snow, and an arid climate. Entirely different from the wet and green Northwest, water was scarce in Colorado and had become more so in the current, drought-ridden years. Both of my parents’ families had long ago settled in Durango. My immediate family continued the tradition of living in what they considered a paradise and counted themselves a rarity being fifth-generation residents.
On the other hand, I loved the humid climate of the Northwest. As long as I kept physically active, running, biking, and skiing in the endless rain and drizzle during the winter months, my spirits remained high. When I visited my family in Colorado, they always commented on my pale complexion. But I felt healthy, and I liked that my face remained relatively unweathered and unwrinkled. Now in my early forties, I had spent more time away from Durango than I had spent growing up there. The Northwest was home.
The previous years had been difficult