Walking the Mythlines

I am engaging in the process of walking myself into this land. Feet pounding the tracks, eyes and ears open. Every inch of this old, old country sings of story, and I am walking the mythlines. The stories of rocks, and streams, and trees; the stories of fox, and badger, and hare; the stories of…

Is Permaculture Really for Me?

“What’s your plan for the land?” I really liked Zev, the permaculture designer I’d hired for a consultation, but he kept asking hard questions. As I looked around us, the immensity of the land — the towering trees, the enfolding ridges, the tangled clearing running along the west edge of the tractor road — intimidated…

Newbie Notes: Due Diligence Before Buying

I’m a bit behind and my next few posts are out out of order, from a storytelling perspective. But paths generally aren’t as tidy as trails, so perhaps you won’t much mind. So, you’ve found a property you’d like to make your own. Congratulations! But this isn’t the time to take your foot off the…

Reblog: A Woman Walks into a Yurt

…at the Home & Garden Show I’m so behind in my posts on the story of my journey to living a sustainable, regenerative lifestyle — and this one will likely be a surprise, given my post “To Yurt or Not to Yurt” — but it’s time to talk about the yurt I decided to buy….

Reblog: To Yurt or Not to Yurt

(Didn’t think that would be the question!) Almost all of my concentration was focused on not rolling my eyes. “OK,” I challenged him, “tell me why you permaculture guys are so against yurts.” When we’d first spoken, Zev, the permaculture designer I’d engaged as a consultant, had similarly challenged me, asking me why I was…

Reblog: (Re)Naming “The Boot”

It seems fitting that, on the eve of my land-blessing, I should re-post this here. In just a little while, a tiny group of dear Beings will gather to stand with me as I make my commitment to the land as its steward and co-creator. I’ll post what I can from the event — I’m…

Reblog: A Word About “Unrestricted Use” Land

…And that Word Is: %&#?@! The situation is actually kind of funny, in a way — and a cautionary tale, in another. It certainly highlights my inexperience (and naïveté) with buying raw land. The land I bought — The Boot (my nickname for it, based on its shape from the air) — was listed for…

Reblog: Surprising Perspectives on Invasive Plants

“I can take those out for you when the machines come through,” Sam offered. He was referring to two huge multiflora rose bushes at the mouth of the tractor road he’ll be improving for me. Their long, densely-thorned canes claw at my vehicle every time I turn up the road onto the property. “Multiflora rose…