Just kidding, April fools.

Driving to town on Tuesday, something I don’t do as often as I should, as I agreed to do, really. Usually we bring along the whole family (the girls) and that’s an adventure in and of itself. It means we’re late as a rule and they’ve got to figure out places to be. We also take our trash in and get some grandma time. And Auntie time. It’s a good thing, seeing the big city. Even if, or especially because, I have less and less time for it than ever before.

Ultimately I’d like to add another dwelling unit, a farm stand, a camping area, maybe even a classroom or another woodshed. There’s a day not too far off when leaving the homestead for a day a week, two hours in the car, just won’t make a ton of sense, where it’ll be impossible. That sounds like a good day.

Responsibility’s like that.  

Our society hates it, thinks it’s all a bad thing. That we oughta be easy and breezy and off on our lonesome to explore the world and its pleasures. Why would I want a bunch of animals and properties in need of repair and care and attention when I could be in a hostel in Thailand learning how to let go of attachments?

It’s a good question. I don’t think there’s anything especially wrong with wanting to let go of worldly attachments, but not all responsibilities are worldly attachments and not all worldly attachments are responsibilities. Building a homestead that can sustain Robinia and my other children (daughters), ideally well after I’m gone, is a dang good thing to spend some time and energy on. So I’ll continue to do that.