Once Upon a Time… I went slightly crazy and decided to live off the land.
It was the 2008 financial crisis. Money was tight. “I’ll grow my own food…live off the land…I’ll never buy groceries again!”
Pioneers, preppers, and homesteaders…they make it seem simple. It wasn’t for me. I killed everything I touched and I spent hundreds more a month in season to grow my “free” food than I would’ve getting the most expensive stores in the grocery store.
But, most discouraging of all… I wasn’t living off my land.
If I were a pioneer, I’d be dead.
If it weren’t for farmers, grocery stores, and the type of friends who offload bushels of zucchini in the middle of the night, I’d still be eating out of cardboard boxes.
Homesteading is hard. But then I learned the secret: I didn’t have to be a pioneer, prepper, or “real” homesteader. Every little bit I learned–for real–was an improvement.
Before long, I was pressure canning, foraging, trading local farmers for high-quality food, and going out to my back yard for dinner.
My mottos were still, “If I were a pioneer, I’d be dead.” and “Don’t sweat it–there’s a grocery store down the road.”
I learned to improve my skills. And, I saw results.
I am not a garden-loving grandma. I didn’t go into this for the art of growing. I went into this because I was afraid. Our business was failing, and I was a teacher. We didn’t have a dime to spare.
Over time, as I improved, my motivation changed–I was making and growing chef-quality food. People were awed by even the simple things. I was overproducing so I could share. I started to have fun with the crafts I was learning, and I wanted to learn more. It became a challenge to see what I could do with out a store.
I learned to appreciate every single thing nature gives.
That’s how the “Poser Homestead” was born. It stopped being “the ranch” or “the homestead” because I knew there were people out there taking this very seriously–and I was not. I was just having fun.
Then one day–you probably remember this day–we woke up to a national quarantine and lines wrapped around the warehouse store. At first, people were buying things like bottled water and toilet paper. Then, they started panicking for real and ingredients flew off the shelf.
And I realized–even though I didn’t “stock up” or go out hunting down flour and yeast, my Poser Homestead pulled through–I had what I needed not just to survive–but to thrive and help and share.
That–was just one person with a couple acres of land and some chickens who cans food and hates going shopping. Stocked, prepared and ready.
Whether you want a small urban garden, a real “poser homestead” of your own, or you’re thinking, “How can I be ready if there’s ever an emergency again,” you can do this.
There’s no better time to start than today.
I’m here to help.
“With a few mason jars…you can conquer the world…”
Food wasted in America
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