Wow. What a summer. Looking back, I can’t help but think of that person who walked away from her office cubicle on June 4th, scared and unsure of herself. I’m still pretty scared, but I’m becoming just a tiny bit more sure of myself as the months go by.
The thing that has me worried at the moment is the thought of our first winter on one income. This is going to be a huge change for us, and I feel an almost gutteral urgency to be prepared. So, food storage has been top of mind for the past several weeks. I’ve always stored a little – a hobby canner, if you will. But now I know I’m going to have to really feed my family with my stored provisions, and the weight of that was kind of crushing me…until I wrapped my head around it and made a plan. Continue reading
Alright, make lemonade first to satisfy your inner optimist, if you must.
But before you toss that squeezed lemon into the compost, dip it in some baking soda and scrub your sink! It’s the greenest way to get a really good sparkle, and if you put it down the garbage disposal, it’ll freshen that, too! Continue reading
I used to put on heels every day to sell groceries.
Now I grow things and clear ditches with tools like this.
I think I need new shoes.
Life is different now.
Every day, I make a list. At the end of every day, I find myself frustrated by all the things left on it.
Work is piling up. Mail is piling up. Emails need to be answered.
And the vegetables don’t wait. As I stand by my sink, snipping the ends off purple beans so I can blanch and freeze them for winter, I can see one of the two drainage streams in our yard. They stretch as far as I can see from my window, and they’re so overgrown with weeds that you can’t see the water in them. This is a problem, because rainy season is coming and if they’re blocked, we’re just asking for our property to flood.
Homesteading requires a ton of maintenance. There is no downtime, and we haven’t even turned our property into a homestead yet. It’s just a really big lot with a garden on it. But with my new business, the kids at 3 years and 6 months old, my husband’s overtime…it’s taking all we have to just barely keep up. And the things that need to be done? They don’t care about how hard we try. Whether we’re worn out, tired, or not in the mood, they still need to be done just the same.
The ditches are on the list. They need to be taken care of soon, and it will take an entire weekend to clear them out. But for now, I look down at my daughter with her brand new tooth, trying to perfect her downdog pose on the floor (she is so determined to crawl any minute) and I keep on snipping, trying not to look at the clock.
Because one thing at a time, mama. One thing, one day, one week at a time. You’re doing a good job, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.