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Nearly 20 years ago, we set out to create a self-reliant homestead. Now we produce our own food and our own power, and can tackle whatever craziness this wild world throws at us. If you’re ready take back control from Big Pharma and Big Food and feel confident facing Everyday Emergencies, join us.
The flowers of the blue-eyed grass were scattered about the semi-wild areas of the yard, like specks of deep blue sky fallen to the earth. As quickly as they appeared, they vanished, making way for summer blooms like birdsfoot trefoil and dame's rocket. Nature's artwork was ever-changing, making each walk through the yard a new adventure for those who paid her heed. We had old friends over for a visit on Memorial Day, sharing a meal and hanging out in the south yard fishing in the big pond...
She hummed her way around the yard in a seemingly haphazard pattern, while in truth, her flight was guided by knowledge and purpose. Some days she worked her traplines, visiting the same flowers in the morning and afternoon because she knew the nectar would be replenished. Other days she was led to new harvests by ultraviolet nectar guides on flowers that acted as miniature landing strips, or by changes in fragrance denoting peak nutrient value. One day she might seek out specific herbs for...
The sound started slowly, like an engine sputtering after long disuse. Soon, the thin frame warmed to the effort, and the stray cat started weaving in and out around my ankles as I scritched her matted fur. She'd been so scared when we first spotted her, thin as a rail, hunting around the edges of the yard. Then she got closer and attempted eating the duck chow. We didn't need another cat, but she needed us, and so began the slow process of winning her trust. Food, clean water, a safe place...