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Are you interested in HOMESTEADING LIFESTYLE?  Then you might find one of these Homestead.org articles handy:

Fergus the Red by Sue Dick

Waste Not, Want Not by Adrianne Masters

Gimme Shelter (And I’d Like it to Look Like…a House, Please) by Sheri Dixon

Homestead Prepping: Buying a B.O.L. by Doug Smith

Homesteading for Retirement by Brenda Curkendall

Heating with Wood by Doug Smith

Attract Wildlife to Your Property by Doug Smith

Home Winterization Anyone Can Tackle by Doug Smith

The Actively Passive Home by Sheri Dixon

Crofting Life by Magdalena Perks

Dutch-oven Cooking by Catherine Lugo

Rockin’ Out With the Stones -  Homesteader Style: Building a Natural Stone Fireplace Surround by Sheri Dixon

 

 

 

The Unsung Benefits of Homesteading

There's a Perfectly Good Reason for the Egg in My Pocket

by Sheri Dixon

Oh sure, we all know the perks of growing our own food, supplying our own energy and being as self-sufficient as we can be, but what about the benefits of homesteading that AREN'T touted from the cover of the latest Men magazine?

Back when I lived in Wisconsin, Thanksgiving dinner was taken with my husband's family.  They had a tradition that right after dinner, everyone gathered around the TV and they all watched Pay-Per-View "Wrestlemania".

As touching a scene as that was, with the little people all hunkered down in front for the best view, I just wasn't into it.  And, DARNIT!, I had to leave early to go home and milk the goats.  I know they all felt sorry for me - dragged away from the beer, cigarette smoke and surround-sound wrestling and forced to endure the clear, cold, country quiet and the company of companionable livestock.

Somehow, I suffered through it.  Year after year.

When something breaks or otherwise needs mending around the place, city folk get into the SUV and head for the Home Depot for the proper parts and the proper tools for the job. I have neither the SUV nor the money for such extravagances as Parts and Tools.  Luckily, I DO have an endless supply of baling wire.

Homesteaders take multitasking to a level unheard of by most folks.  We can feed the livestock, milk the goats, gather eggs, get breakfast into our families, have several loads of laundry washed and hung out to dry, the family washed and dressed and the whole crowd ready to face the day in less time than it takes for some of those Big Haired Women to do their 'do.  Of course, later in the day when your son needs a tissue and you reach into your jacket pocket and present him with an egg, it may be a sign that you need to slow down just a tad, but considering the workload, still not too shabby.

There are a number of companies who provide home security.  For a fee of course.  We have a flock of guinea hens who work for chickenfeed, and when I asked the security fellas to supply me with some feathers for a mask my son and I were making, they just looked at me funny.  Of course, the security guys don't roost up in the old oak and poop on my car, but I still prefer the guinea hens.

Children in the country are free to run wild and act like complete heathens without worrying about what the neighbors will think.  Weather permitting, clothing is optional.  My older son spent hours playing such games as "See How Many Long, Rusty Nails I Can Pound into the Picnic Table?" and "Breaking Rocks with a Hammer", and the younger one likes to sit on top of the car and holler in some alien language (perhaps summoning the Mothership) when he's not digging holes or chasing the cats with the weed whacker (just on the off chance that anyone in PETA is reading this, he doesn't know how to fire up the weed whacker yet so simmer down).  My daughter played "Poke Myself in the Eye with a Pointy Stick", but just the one time.  All three suffered from acute ADD - Acting Dang Demented - and I feel very sorry for kids who do all their running at the direction of the Pee-Wee Soccer Coach.

Men with homesteading wives do not have to enter a jewelry store or Victoria's Secret for holiday gift buying, but can head to the Tractor Supply or local hardware store - places they want to go to anyhow, and nothing screams "Romance" like a brand new, shiny, two-man saw.

And speaking of romance: forget the Dinner and a Movie nonsense.  A man who does the evening feeding after working all day at a boring job to support his family, knows how to cook (and clean up after) a good simple meal, and enjoys sitting next to me with a cup of coffee in the porch swing to watch the baby goats gamboling in the yard beats the stuffing out of whatever soft, yuppie male with a head full of "hair product" that People magazine calls the Sexiest Man of the Year.

Call me strange, and a lot of people do.

That, my friends, is the biggest benefit of homesteading.

We are strange.

Not normal.

A little "teched".

There is nothing so liberating as being strange.

I don't have to wear the latest styles, or even know what they are.

I don't want a new car, or even a new truck.  My old car gets me from point A to point B with little fanfare and little gas consumption, and even though BubbaTruck ('84 Silverado complete with gun rack) has moved across the road to Pa and Nana's place, I still have use of him when I need him.

I don't follow, nor do I care about the Desperate Housewives or Survivor.

I'm too busy hauling feed, weeding the garden, hand washing laundry and stacking firewood to join a health club.

I don't have the time to worry about keeping up with the Joneses.  I need to keep a step ahead of the weather, the grasshoppers, the weeds and the coyotes. But hey, if the Joneses are good with a spade and a shotgun, they are welcome to lend a hand.

So strange I am, and I embrace my strangeness.  Because from what I've seen, being normal is just weird

 

 

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