15 and hormonal found me daydreaming in geometry class with my friend Andrea, drawing pictures of farmhouses and mile long driveways, swearing to marry redheaded farmers. Although the dream was never forgotten, I married my redheaded city boy and moved to Chicago with crops and tractors the furthest from my mind. Imagine my happiness when we up and moved into a huge red converted barn house, smack dab in the middle of the Windy City last December!
In the past couple years, the draw of the "simple life" has been a constant beckon and one I have slowly embraced through the seasons. We began vermi-composting in our apartment, stepped up the efforts in our house, and added a raised bed to the mix. The plans for the rest of this summer include adding more raised beds, planting raspberry bushes (which I did), and preserving some of my produce for our winter meals.
This past weekend further cemented (or planted -- depending on whether you're from the city or the country). Four days full of family, old friends, sharing, bartering, and lessons in slow-living, homemakin', and homesteading.
I met up with my former girl scout leader for a nice chat and took home some beautiful fabrics that used to belong to her mother-in-law.