2 years ago this weekend we put in an offer on what is now our home. At the time it was derelict land, barely visible from the road because the weeds and brush were so high. After it was finally ours, and the snow came so we could see the land, we realised we had a field we didn’t know about. We call that Bonus Field.
1 year ago we were barbecuing outside on the driveway as we still didn’t have a working oven or properly clean water to drink. We owned 7 chickens and hadn’t planted so much as a pansy on our property, having invested every ounce of energy we had into building our house. The desperation I felt to move in was like a physical presence. We spent every moment we could here, only returning to our suburban rental when it got too dark to stay out. We preferred camp fire beans and fresh air to a more plush dinner in town.
I woke to a dark smudge of dusky pink on the horizon, by the time I went out to sort the chickens (wearing a big coat for the first time since spring) the ground was thick with white frost and frozen hard. The crisp, icy air pinched my cheeks, but the stunning view kept me captivated. As the sun rises in the east the thick light slowly trickles down the trees of the forest; the forest we look at every day with joy and reverence.
In the last year we moved in, started a farm, raised 4 pigs, 60 meat birds (with more to come), an organic garden and a laying flock of over 60. Alongside that we’ve homeschooled, adventured and lived together in this wonderful place. For this, and for the people who make my life such a joy, I am truly, truly thankful.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!