inroads: construction (and destruction)

Late August, 2018 “You know I’m going to cry the first time I see all these trees down,” I told Sam, the man I’d hired to excavate my land. He chewed his lower lip a little, glancing sideways at me from under the brim of his baseball cap. “I’ll get over it,” I continued, “but…

the perc test that launched a thousand dreams

slow beginnings The thing delaying all the other things related to living on my newly-purchased mountain land was the road. The thing delaying the road was finding an excavator. I’d spent most of the winter months trying to get a road guy — any road guy — to answer or return my calls to no avail….

collecting soil samples on my mountain land

Wherever I go, I grow things. Flowers. Ferns. Hostas. Berries. Vegetables. Whatever the soil will take and hold. It’s my gift: to myself, to my neighborhood, to the land. I learn the land by putting my hands in the soil. I pick out and collect the stones. I wrap my fingers around the roots. I…

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 rural land

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…