Coming Home-stead: Regrounding, Importance & Thoughts

Coming Home-stead: Regrounding, Importance & Thoughts

Coming Home-stead

Vermont. October. Gorgeous. Foliage. Some of the most wonderful people I’ve met. Reconnecting with a friend. Sometimes I have to get away from something to better appreciate it, and other times I need to be away from it to see how detrimental it is to my quality of life. Coming home-stead after the weekend away was an experience in regrounding, importance and some thoughts on society today. If you follow me there and want to be sure you see new entries you can subscribe right over there on the right. It says Donโ€™t Miss a Post! I’m stepping away from Fb again. It wasn’t in my plan for the day but seeing a few things in particular after such a nice, civil, polite, fun, encouraging weekend made the decision in a flash.

Writers Conference

The weekend took me away to an outdoor writers conference in Vermont. I met and worked and mingled with a lot of successful authors, ate fabulous food, sang along (quietly, my voice is horrible) with Celia Evans, and enjoyed the atmosphere. I came home very late last night with a renewed enthusiasm for writing. This morning I walked around the homestead, tended poultry, picked greens and pulled weeds in the tunnel. I’m enjoying a renewed enthusiasm for our homestead. Coming home-stead last night, four deer, a fox and two raccoons in front of my tired eyes, I was eager to get here. Eager to see Steve, to lay my head on my own pillow, and wake up to an extra large mug of hot coffee.


tom seeley, coming home-steadThanks to Tom’s presentation and one of his books I’ll be out looking for bee trees. I know we have wild honey bees out here somewhere. Did you know the loss of wild honey bees is much lower than beekeepers experience? There are lessons to be learned from wild bees.

Population 60

“Where do you live,” they asked. “In northern Washington County, Maine” I replied, “population 60.” That garnered a few chuckles, several “are you kidding me” wide-eyed stares, and a few words of admiration.ย  “What do you do there?” Hunt, fish, forage, garden, write, put up firewood… As I ticked off the list of some of the things I do here I was reminded of how much I like this way of life. We’ll have fresh broccoli from the high tunnel soon. We’re already eating a lot of greens and carrots. The first seedling catalog of the year arrived last week – onions and leeks.

Height of the Land

When Maureen, my companion and friend on this conference, learned of how close to Taylor we’d be driving she suggested we make a detour and visit. Taylor was soon to be out of work and would be there. We stopped at Height of the Land, a place that makes you feel like you’re driving on air. If you look out the slightest bit the road has disappeared and all you see is sky, water and land – minus a road.

height of the land, coming home-stead
Broccoli – coming to our supper table soon.coming

coming home-stead, broccoli, high tunnelI’ve had breakfast and lunch, done a little house work while waiting for the sun to break through the clouds, thought about the personality trends in society today, mixed up three poolish for bread, and had an extra mug of coffee. As I sit here on the loveseat watching an immature American bald eagle gliding in circles over the forest I’m reminded of what’s important to me. I’m going out now to move firewood. We might have so much rain coming this week that we have a flood. I’ll have a rack of firewood ready to chase away the dampness.

What’s important to you these days? I’m genuinely interested in what you have to say.


9 thoughts on “Coming Home-stead: Regrounding, Importance & Thoughts

  1. What’s important to me today is the incredibly beautiful foliage right now in our back yard and down the road. I try to enjoy every minute of it that I can because I know it’ll be gone soon. We’re trying to button down for winter but it’s always a rush at the last minute ’cause I spend so much time just looking around. Every year we say “This is the best one yet!”, and it is.

    1. And just like that, with the wind and the rain, it’s gone. There are a few leaves hanging on but not enough to say there’s still color to speak of. Buttoning down…I should be doing that right now but it’s nice to sit with a cup of tea and “chat” here.

  2. My husband is most important. Some people say marriage is work. I say marriage is my vacation, my respite from the world, and my sanity. Next is our cabin in the woods. We built it together and it has been my dream since I was a child. My family is very important. They are a fickle group, but they are mine (this includes my inlaws). Finally, my job. I help young adults that haven’t had support or guidance. I don’t win them all, but I make a difference and that is all I can do. I don’t know if that is what you were looking for, but that is what is important to me.

    1. What a wonderful list. Thank you for sharing with us. Your job must be a strong mix of challenge and reward. Your cabin is lovely. I always enjoy your photos of the cabin and gardens and your life in general. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. I think I’m done canning for the season- whew! I’m almost afraid to type those words. Day after tomorrow is the first day of elk season so that’s up next. Those are really tasks. What’s really important are those in my heart, living a wholesome life (trying,) and being close to nature.

  4. We are in the season of young boys starting to become more independent and doing more without us. It’s a bittersweet time and important to me now is being there for them in a capacity that nurtures but allows them to flourish each in their own way. Much of my time is spent running boys to hockey and skating but what I’m really doing is watching them grow into the people they will be. They are showing determination and perseverance and I’m so proud. I’m writing. Looking for another writing class for the winter. Volunteering in a couple of ways that I find very fulfilling. I’m so lucky that we can afford for me to spend this year giving to the community but hopefully next year I’ll return to paid employment. Great post Robin, and welcome home-stead ๐Ÿ˜‰

    1. You are busy raising and shaping future adults. I think parenthood is the most important job in the world. Seriously.

      I’m looking for another writing class for winter! I don’t know what I want to take yet. As long as it’s challenging I’ll be happy with most anything.

  5. I can’t deal with a lot of the noise from the outside world – it’s mostly why we farm in what most people would call a remote area.
    I choose the blogs & sites that interest me carefully. FB is not something I’d ever want to do.
    I still have a landline, no cell phone for me because I don’t WANT to be instantly reachable.

    What’s important for me is just PEACE.
    Peace in my heart and quiet in my brain,
    Warmth & comfort from & for only the people
    that I most love in the world.
    All the rest can fall away.

    We have had to travel to cities a LOT in the last 2 months (since our nephew was hit by a car In SK, then moved to Wpg, still comatose to this day).
    What being in the city does to me is so palpably ‘not me’ that once we leave the hospital I have to literally FORCE myself to stop at Walmart (same toilet paper at Walmart $9.98 vs toilet paper close to home $15.98, etc) and it MUST be the store closest to the perimeter.
    Last night there was a child traveling around the store SCREAMING a very high pitched cry every few seconds, people bumping into me, people blocking the aisles…. ARGHHHHHHH. I couldn’t get out of the fast enough and very nearly denied Mr Shoes a Tims’ coffee because I wanted OUT & back to our cozy farmhouse.

    As soon as we get out onto the highway & the lights of the city dim in our rearview, I can relax again. I forgot to mention that, while we were exiting the hospital parkade, the woman in front of us accidentally put her car in reverse, floored it, and SMASHED into our front end.
    Yeah, I’m definitely the Country Mouse.

    1. As long as I’m on backwoods roads I can travel for days but if I have to deal with traffic, lanes, stop lights and all that, I’m ready to come home to the woods. Our only choice is Walmart and grocers so I choose the day of the month I shop carefully. No Social Security day or Fridays. I can go out and be just fine under most circumstances but then I need time to decompress. If someone is wearing perfume or other smelly things and/or the lights bother me (super sensitive) I will need to leave quickly.

      We don’t have a landline. Between telemarketers, politics and a poor connection, we had it uninstalled a few years ago. Everyone knows to leave a message. I’m not a phone talker but face to face I can gab for a long time if the topic interests me.

      I’m so, so sorry to hear about your nephew. What a tragedy. I hope he improves as he’s healing. It must be exhausting for your entire family. I’ll keep you all in my thoughts.

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