“I am not able to can, I live in the city.” The young lady stood in front of me shifting from one foot to the other in front of my booth. She looked at our array of canned sweet apples, pickles, beets, zucchini, apricot syrup, just a bit of this and that from our root cellars. They don’t look like the ones at the other booths at the farmers market. Ours sport handwritten labels on clean glass canning jars without anything resembling a store shelf. It makes people wonder while holding the glass orbs in their hands. “You made this?” No factory, no helpers, just a housewife in the kitchen putting up food for the winter. An image that appeals to young and old that come by the booth. “My grandmother used to can.” “You are able to can zucchini?” “This is spaghetti sauce?”
“I can teach you,” I say and their eyes light up.
They say the economy is getting better but I am not sure how that can be. I know an awful lot of people trying to hold onto jobs, keep their shops, keep their houses, keep their way of life but we are all being forced to make some decisions and go back in time a bit to a more simpler and, yes, easier time. I may not know if we have to move or if we can afford to stay here, or what will happen, but I am preparing for slim pickin’s. We will have food, that I can tell you. This week I am canning carrots; brown sugar carrots for a delicious side dish and plain for stews.
Doug made me some beautiful brochures that I can distribute at farmers markets and to curious folks. I am speaking at a few events this summer where I can share these brochures as well. Besides telling about our apothecary, I am advertising about my homesteading school. I will set up classes to teach people how to can, how to knit, crochet, spin, take care of chickens, garden in small spaces, make their own bread, make their own medicines, and inspire folks to become more self sufficient. If we are more self sufficient, we are in a better place to help others and they can help those around them too. We end up becoming a stronger community if we know these skills. It takes the worry out of everyday life as well if you know you can make a sweater, pull out fish from the freezer, retrieve eggs from the chicken coop, or pick a lovely salad out of the pots on the front porch. You worry just a smidge less.
I keep thinking, ‘If I could just get somewhere that has a well, or that I can stay in for many years, that already has an orchard, that already has a root cellar, that I can afford easily….’ Acquaintances of ours have lost houses, animals, everything. The fire wiped out over four hundred houses not far from us. They had everything they wanted in a homestead, and in a second, it was gone. Perhaps I should stop searching for the perfect because perfect is not guaranteed to last. Perhaps my faith needs to get a bit stronger. God has always provided. And I can do my part by providing just as much for my family as possible. And help others learn to do the same for theirs. I have carrots to chop. Have a blessed day!