I built these spaces with the earth they stand on. They are raw, unpolished, and warmed by the fire.
"A little house in the mountains, a space to grow your own food, where life is simple, time slows down, and nature feels close enough to touch. This mudhouse is that dream, made real."
Here, you wake up to birdsong (they can be loud, fair warning), pour yourself some tea, spot a barking deer wandering in the distance (if you're lucky), and you end the day under a sky full of fireflies.
This is where we gather. Wooden floors, a glowing fire, and the smell of BB Daju's home-cooked meals (again, prepare to overeat). This is the absolute heart of my home.