I am a writer. Beyond being a gardener, mom, grandma, wife, teacher, or anything else, I am a writer. This means that all of my business and my family’s business is generally open for all to read. If I had to keep it to myself, I would fall into the depths of despair or be too giddy with unspoken news. Sometimes I may give too much information. Sometimes the information changes daily as I know it. Sometimes the reader may feel that they are on a rollercoaster if they don’t read the posts in order. But I don’t mind sharing my life with you. It is an extraordinary, ordinary life that most people can identify with. Readers can identify with our losses, heartaches, successes, passions, and emotions. We have so many cheerleaders out there. I have been touched by all the letters, messages, and calls to help. My friends send me Craigslist ads for rentals, folks have offered for us to stay with them, people are buying our things to help us out. Thank you.
Our income was wrapped up in this farm. The goats are gone. I watched the sheep leave. The chickens left yesterday and I cried and cried. Our income right now is from selling off everything. We needed a miracle. I don’t want to jinx it, but it seems we may have gotten just such a miracle.
Kindred friends buying a piece of property. A place longing to be an expansive urban farm created through Permaculture. We see a chicken coop and duck coop rising up near a greenhouse, raised beds filled with delicious foods. Outlines of perennials and herbs, of fruit trees, and bushes. Wildlife is abundant in this little town. We were surprised to see a raccoon walking by and noted to make a stronger coop after we heard of bears. It is interesting to me that over the years I have written about co-homesteading, sharing the load, creating an oasis that benefits a group and a community. The urban farming posts are numerous on my blog. It is almost like I manifested where I am right now and that this was just a lovely, scenic stop on the way. A way to make us appreciate a much smaller space, a way to make us handle cold better, and help make us appreciate little comforts.
We are long past being able to find a place that allows our animals, finding the money for a deposit, first month’s rent, transfer the cable and internet, hire a moving van, and hope we can stay there for awhile. We are stepping out of the status quo and the norm and entering a community ideal that is quite different but that I have envisioned for a long time. It is not a new idea though. A place where expenses are shared and knowledge is shared and each person brings an important skill set to create such oasis. A place where no one has to do it on their own anymore. Where the chores are shared and the gardens are shared and building sustenance for all is shared. This place is surrounded by really eclectic and talented urban homesteaders and farmers, Permaculture experts, and vibrant people. Well, from the outside they are called hippies. Sign me up.
So, here we go. We are standing on a cliff, armed with my favorite cast iron frying pans, some clothes, and our cats, and are ready to jump off. Are you with me?