I bet you’re wondering how a family of four lives on their homestead while they’re building a house, right? I’d be curious too. Where do we sleep? Where do we eat? Where do we poop? Come with me today, on a little adventure – A Day in the Life…
We sleep in a borrowed pop-up tent trailer. Circa 1980, it is literally falling apart at the seams, but has kept us warm and dry (mostly). We each have a Rubbermaid bin of clothes, and our personal belongings that are not stored at the red shop are tucked into various cracks and crevices.
The chickens greet the day with some pecking and scratching around our picnic table. One morning, a few weeks ago, I went off to teach choreography at a performing arts camp, and returned a few hours later to this lovely table. Back in Oregon, Brian had milled up a cedar tree from the land, carted its wood all the way to Missouri, and finally crafted the boards into the picnic table they were always meant to be. That picnic table is where we dine.
Kitchen time! I honestly feel like I spend most of my time in the outdoor kitchen, washing dishes, firing up the rocket stove for cooking, and more recently, preserving food (I’m loving this conversation about canning on the HH Facebook page).
Charging up the various electronic items. We have really loved these Ikea solar lamps. They need a few hours a day to charge, but they have been so useful for nighttime reading or just getting the kids ready for bed (not to mention nighttime tick-checks). We currently have a smart phone, so we are able to interface with the internet world on the land, although my big computer sits at a friend’s house.
How Brian spends most of his time….framing!
A poo with a view! It’s our super-duper pooper! Yes, we poop in a bucket. And then we sprinkle it with sawdust. And then it goes into a big old pile of poops that came before it, and it gets composted down into a big pile of humanure. And we will use it, when it’s fully composted, likely on trees and shrubs.
And here is how I spend my time lately – in the garden, watering and tending my new fall plantings. If you look very closely, you’ll see a big black tub with a tiny boy. That’s our “bathtub,” filled with pond water. It’s great for hot days, not so great when it’s cold. I like to mix up my personal hygiene with black tub baths and trips to the hot showers at the YMCA.
So there you have it. A day of eating, cooking, working, cleaning, and pooping on our hilltop homestead. If you have specific questions about how this all works, leave me a question in the comments, and I will do my best to answer!