A few months ago I wrote an article and sent it to several magazines, including the one that had bought an article from me last year.
But I got rejection letters from all of them.
Saying it was informative, but more suited to a blog, not a magazine.
I'm not sure why. One of them the writing is exactly like this one.
Oh well...you win some, you lose some.
So I thought I'd post it here for all of you to see.
Homesteading 101
We've been called crazy, we've been told we've lost our
minds. Some people actually say they admire us.
My friend keeps telling us to keep it up, Agenda 21 is coming. If you
don't know what Agenda 21 is, Google it.
What are they talking about? Homesteading, while holding down full time jobs.
Homesteading, the new buzz word. Yes, my
husband and I both work full time outside the home and we homestead also.
That's why people think we've lost it sometimes. Well...most of the time.
It's hard enough homesteading when one doesn't work, works
part-time or even works seasonal. But
throw in 45+ hour work weeks with crazy schedules and kids and we sometimes
wonder ourselves why we do it.
I can tell you why we started doing it. Back in the day it
was actually cheaper to do it that way. I am the ultimate tightwad. We started off with a few laying hens and meat
birds. Feed was cheap. Guess what?! Feed
is no longer cheap. When eggs come on
sale for $1.99 a dozen, you wonder why you're still mucking out the chicken
coop on a beautiful ,summer Saturday morning instead of heading out to the
beach.
Then there comes a time when you start to think of what
you're putting in your body instead of saving your money for your children's
inheritance. Because honestly, what are
they going to do with all that money you're going to leave to them? Buy
expensive organic produce at the local farmer's market? We might as well teach
them how to do it for themselves.
Homesteading from a kid's point of view is well...depends how
old the kid is. Our son loved the animals when we was younger. When a piglet
would die he would cry for days. He'd
love to help clean the goat stalls, pick up the eggs from the chickens, plant
his own little garden. Now that he's a
teen I'm lucky if he asks if the goats
have kidded yet. But I know someday all
the hard work and knowledge will become invaluable to him.
I hope.
To us, homesteading provides us with clean, good quality
food. We know our animals are happy and healthy. No factory farms here. My
husband is good at making things easier for us. Automatic waterers and feeders
make life easier. Raised beds for the veggies instead of plots of land help
with the weeds and the sore backs. Prevention is also key. Keeping your animals
in top physical and mental condition helps with avoiding vet bills. That goes
for equipment also.
Good homesteading is also knowing your limit. How far are you willing to go mentally,
physically, emotionally and financially. Use common sense, I know common sense
is almost becoming extinct but it's still out there. At the moment we have several goats, laying
hens, meat birds, fruit trees and 7 raised beds for the veggies. I, not my husband, would love to have fibre
goats (even though I don't knit) and another 10-15 dairy goats. Not going to happen. We are almost at our limit with time,
finances and land.
The only other thing
coming on our property in the next year or so are bees.
But it's easy to get
off track. I know, been there, done that.
It's good to write down your goals. Otherwise you might become like
Sophia in that old sitcom The Golden Girls and digress.
Looking back throughout the years, reading old posts on my
blog, I wouldn't change a thing. We've
learned so many things like, even though you only need a litre of goat's milk a
week, she's still going to give you five litres a day. So deal with it! We also
learned that we are not full time cow
people, but that's another article.
And we're still learning things every day. Like just this
spring, I learned that a 150 pound
goat that doesn't want to go on the milking stand, actually weighs 500 pounds
when you try and pick her up!
Some days I look at my husband and tell him that we are
selling everything and moving to Halifax in an apartment where someone else can
grow everything and we'll buy it. Then I can keep our apartment clean and go to
the gym to keep fit instead of pitching 150 bales of hay. He lets me rant for a
while and then I go to the barn where I sit and hear the goats munching,
burping and farting and think, "Man, this is the life!"
