Took the boat out and foraged for black berries along the creek, baked them into some delicious muffins using eggs from my chickens , sprinkled a little sugar on top and viola! 🌟💚
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
It will always bother me that the homesteading accounts on here are mostly tradfems/radfems, nazis etc. Like i dont want to hear you crying constantly cause a trans woman said excuse me to you. I just want tips on how to become more self-sufficient and shit GOD DAMN.
“everything's a wheel, turning and turning, never stopping. the frogs is part of it, and the bugs, and the fish, and the wood thrush, too. and people. but never the same ones. always coming in new, always growing and changing, and always moving on. that's the way it's supposed to be. that's the way it is.” —Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
whenever we reach this part in the year I feel like I am at the very top of something, looking out over all that has been. some summers go so quickly it feels like there’s no time to look around at where you are when you’re there. now I am far enough away to see where I have been all this time. and it’s been good.
live in a mass produced studio apartment having your needs met just enough to avoid people rioting against their corporate overlords
live in a secluded commune with 9 other people you trust with your life in the middle of the forest in Wyoming getting most of your food from the land and river.