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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.
Her hands were wide and strong, with short fingernails and a dusting of age spots along the base of the thumb. "You've got man hands!" she'd been told in a comment. Truth be told, they did look a little rough at the moment, with a lacework of fine scratches from a marathon of squash bug hunting. The garden was not happy with the dry conditions, and stressed plants were a beacon to pests, which meant more work for the gardener. But those same rough hands could gently comfort a child, create...
The morning began with the cheerful warbling of the house wren, perched on the porch railing outside my bedroom window. The little fellow and his lady nested nearby, their wooden box sheltered by the sturdy windbreak evergreens. Later in the day, we were treated to a marvelous display by the tree swallows. Their fledglings had left the nest, but weren't quite ready to be on their own. They perched bravely on the edge of our two story roof, while mom and dad worked to bring them tasty morsels....
The elderflowers perched atop the branches like lacy fairy houses, swaying in the breeze. Their heady aroma beckoned as we walked down the nearby driveway, coaxing us to stop and linger a bit before heading back to the house. Around the yard, summer abundance was building. It was a good year for catnip and milkweed, both of which made excellent food for the bees. Juneberries, currants, and mulberries were ready to pick, with blueberries soon to follow. By day, birdsong filled the yard, and...