I always have a plan. I am terrified if I do not have a plan. I often have Plan B and Plan C.
We will be moving early December, to a place where the grocery store is not a short walk away. Stores and services are nearby, but they are not convenient as in city-convenient. And we will have a very limited budget to begin our project of growing food and becoming more self-sufficient. We will be on-grid; we will be on a plow-served road for the winter. (I hope that quells some fears.) It looks like the winter will be one of settling in, making connections to get the garden started, and looking at the possibility of putting some animals on the land, a couple of goats, a few sheep, a dozen chickens.
I started a plan months ago, when we had no idea how this would work out. The plan involves laying in food stores, paying ahead on rent, insurance and other costs, and cutting back on just about everything else, right down to the necessities. The plan does include a telephone and a computer, because while those are initial and continuing costs, in the long run it saves having to drive out to a town to get in touch. I am concerned about my husband’s health as well, and do not want to be without a way to reach an ambulance if needed.
This is all very exciting to us. I think we are born homesteaders, crofters from (in my case) a long line of self-sufficient farmers.
My friend Sarah suggested we get a bay tree, but sorry, Sarah, bay (laurel) doesn’t prosper in Northern New Brunswick. We are looking to put in elders and a blackthorn or two, eventually – our good medicine trees. We’ve picked out a name for this little endeavour – Blackthorn Croft. It’s a Plain name for a plain house, sturdy and hardy to the weather.
I’ll post more as I can.