October used to mark the big harvest season when we lived up north. I would either harvest or purchase dozens of winter squash and tuck them away in our spare closet to be plucked out for meals through February. A pseudo root cellar stashed potatoes and turnips. Onions would be pulled, cabbages made into kraut,…
On a cool day at the end of September we loaded everyone into our van, placed all of our possessions into a trailer, and embarked on a two-week trek across the country. When we arrived there was a camper, a roof, a water tank for catching rain, and two acres that we would call home….
The early morning was gray and overcast, but late morning brought sunshine and a sky with a shade of blue you only see the day after a rain. It had rained four inches that Sabbath and by Sunday our land was soaked, muddy, and puddled. The ground was perfect for planting. There was a cool…
If you hang around here long enough you’ll notice that my posts tend to vacillate between the joy we have in living this simple off-grid life and the struggles that accompany it. I often worry that it comes across as complaining. I hope it doesn’t. I hope it comes across as we’re-just-trying-to-figure-this-stuff-out. Take, for instance,…
