This is not my usual homestead view. But for the last several months, it has been as usual as home for me.
I work freelance, on a project by project basis, and this year has been delightfully, exceptionally busy. So, the whole making money thing? Yep. Happy homesteading? Not so much.
I am back now, and trying to get into the swing of things here. I had been practicing a special zen vision technique; I see and appreciate the hard work Phoebe has been doing, and avoid seeing the things I wish I was doing. Now I need to re-develop the ability to see projects, build some calluses onto my hands and get back to work.
Phoebe has the homestead looking great, with a fabulous garden, happy hives and horse, coffee a-roasting, grass a-mowing, chickens a-raising. All of my stuff sits as I left it 4 months ago: Wood stacked, waiting to be split. Pasture almost finished. Old fencing piled up waiting to be recycled.
And, fortunately, the phone continues to ring.
So I need to adopt an attitude of gratitude: to Phoebe for keeping the world spinning, and to the universe for making the phone ring.