Truth

There are two realities with working my property. 

First reality is I love it. I love the peace, the solitude, the animals, the feeling of accomplishment, the realization of “I can do it”.

The second reality is sore feet, 5 hours of sleep a night, two hours of chores before work every day, that niggling doubt in myself and my ability to build and grow and keep alive.

Reality one still wins out most days thanks in large part to the support and encouragement from you all. So thanks as I collapse on the couch at 10pm with aching muscles, a glass of wine and mr. noodles because I don’t have the energy left to cook anything better.

And the crockpot ketchup was not good. But salsa and spaghetti sauce were delicious!