(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…
reblog: nc cooperative extension extends my education
The next part of my due diligence period involved learning about what grew on the land.
reblog: a walk with a water witch
I’d heard too many stories about wells gone wrong, so I didn’t want to leave water to chance.
re-blogged posts: where the road curves
I’m almost done with the re-blogged posts — and I have no idea what’s next.
newbie notes: looking for rural property
Looking for rural property is an adventure. These four questions will help prevent bumps in the road.
reblog: the quest for home, part 4: the boot
Have you opened your email yet? came the text. I’d heard the notification, but I was still snuggled up with Bodhi, my big red Golden Retriever, and hadn’t wanted to dive into the day just yet. Nope, I texted back. Well, hang onto your hat, came the reply. I just sent you some information from the seller’s…
Reblog: The Quest for Home, Part 3: Follow the Signs
“Found it!” Pat called out to me, waving a piece of paper over his head without taking his eyes from his computer screen. Bodhi, my big, red Golden Retriever, reached him first, all wags and smiles, and Pat reached over to scratch his ears and give him a good thump before handing the paper to…
the unhurried path 