A few years ago, now fading to a distant memory, we lived in one of the largest and most vibrant cities in the World: Singapore. With 4.86 million people in 274 square miles; and in 2009 Singapore ranked as the tenth most expensive city for expatriates to live in.
Four years ago, in 2005, we moved to a 150-acre run-down Oregon farm in an area with 365 families in about the same amount of land. *Gads!* In Singapore I couldn’t open a bedroom curtain without seeing people and having people see me. Now I can go for weeks without seeing another soul.
The clean-up tasks of this original homesteading farm were daunting. It took three years to remove over-turned trucks, rotting buildings, trash by the acre, and de-limb the lower branches of about five thousand Douglas Fir trees.
The photo shown above was taken after fifteen months of cleanup. It was sure great to finally see green.
As time continued on the farm, knowledge came slowly. Not only did we have to learn how to bring the farm back to its former glory, but to gain gardening skills, food storage skills, and knowledge about animals. This blog is for me to make sense of all this new knowledge and a way to document the hard-earned lessons from this amazing transition.
If you have fallen across this blog, I hope it tickles your fancy, perhaps encourages, or just plan old entertains. I will post lessons that may include just about anything, such as:
- Blanch eggplant before freezing, as freezing alone does not stop the maturation of eggplant. (Cooking over-mature eggplant renders a meal tough if not completely uneatable.)
- While burning forest debris, never burn poison oak as its oils transfer to the lungs through smoke… and most likely someone will end up in the emergency room.
- Do not play with male llamas until after they turn four months old. Otherwise the male, when he reaches maturity, will try to claim dominance over its human handler.
The main purpose of this journal is to keep my sanity when life gets too difficult or too lonely. It also acts as a record of milestones, small accomplishments if you will, to help encourage and remind me that although farm work may be never-ending, the rewards are in the details…
… and I’m learning to love details.
My best wishes to you, you who have taken a moment to share in this wonderful homesteading life.
Keep your veggies watered and your pigs in their pen,