Twigs snap underfoot. Above, only trees scrape the sky. The sound of traffic—forgotten. Here, the only white noise is the swoosh of wind through branches. Nearby, your country home glows, welcomingly. As the evening chill takes hold, you retreat inside, where the patterns of the wild repeat. Warm wood tones and textures of field and earth. Bentwood and braided rope, earthenware and woven wool make up a cozy collection that will draw you far from the madding crowd.