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Fat of the Land

Fat of the Land

I’m not a fan of most television, but there a historical reality series I find myself watching over and over – the BBC “Farm” series.  These shows follow along as several experts live and work as if they were in a specific time period.  There are 5 shows covering time...
Eating the Elephant

Eating the Elephant

In my imagination, our home is already complete.  It’s walls are gently nestled into the earth and a grassy meadow bursts forth from the roof.  The interior is a bright, airy sanctuary protected from the world by tons of hard-packed earth.  Yesterday, we sat down to...
It’s Hip to Be Square

It’s Hip to Be Square

Although we are hiding from winter in Florida, we have not been idle on the house plans.  Hours have been spent molding them into something both beautiful and useful.  The floor plan has changed greatly.  Gone is the lovely spiral, which is definitely beautiful, but...
Eeny, Meeny, Miney, GOAT!

Eeny, Meeny, Miney, GOAT!

Goats are a large part of our self-reliance plans on the Homestead.  Since our property is in the woods and there is just the two of us most of the time, goats are by far the best dairy animal for us. They are small, easy to handle, and so much fun! Goats are browsers...
A Thorny Proposition

A Thorny Proposition

A neon pink twine snakes through the bare grey trees, guiding my steps as I pace off our property line.  Leaves crackle underfoot and the air is heavy with the scent of autumn. Three big steps, a strong jab with my sharpened walking stick, a lunge down, and two...
Forest Fence

Forest Fence

After waiting patiently for nearly two months to see our new home, you can imagine how excited we were as we drove down the one lane gravel road that leads to the property.  Trees crowded in from all directions.  Mighty oaks soared straight to the sky and small...
How We Got Here

How We Got Here

It is a grey day in Florida.  Cool mist clings with a gentle embrace to every surface.  The moist air excites my naturally curly hair into a riot of untamable ringlets.  Even though the natives walk about bundled up in jackets and sweaters, I sit comfortably in a tank...