I spent New Year’s Eve in a straw house.  No wolves arrived to blow it down (although our hosts’ two  bear-sized malamute-mix dogs could have stood in if they were so inclined). And other than the so-called truth window, you’d never know that the insulation behind the plaster walls was bales of straw and not sheets of fiberglass.   The truth window next to the front … Continue reading Old stuff, new thinking