The smell of fresh soil and the rough touch of branches means freedom. The stress of life seems to wilt when I have nature filling every sense. The feeling of relaxation that overcomes me when I am surrounded by nature is a feeling I have tried so very hard to bring into my everyday life.
The way I want to bring nature into my home is the way most people want to bring their vacation home.
I bring it in by the tree fold, hoping there is more space and room for another bit of the forest someplace on the walls, ceilings or in the cupboards. I’ve found more than one way to make trees fit in the small space of my yurt, always with a purpose in mind.
The slim limbs off the fallen paper birch tree becomes the hook for my winter coat by the door. The crowded limbs that weave together at the tops of the trees have been flipped upside down to make chandeliers and lamps.
The thick trunks become the pillars and anchors for kitchen cabinets. Smooth stumps from the woodpile are used for coffee tables and stools.
The spruce branches are brought in for there potent smell, the needles are taken off and thrown into oil lamps to light the aroma aflame. Rocks, smooth and flat are made into a wall around the stove and into the hearth. Wildflowers are picked for their beauty and hung from a wire to be admired and add color.
I find comfort and feel at home in nature both out and indoors. Foraging for materials for outfitting my little home, has not only minimized the cost but it makes it feel like it is uniquely my own. These parts of trees and plants have found a place in my little home and they carry with them the peace and life of the woods that nature often brings.