

We are almost through our dried food and the winter meat supply. At the same time our chickens are now laying a dozen eggs

It all happens eventually...with no worries.
Anticipation and a great sense of our lives is the fruit produced after a winter of work and thought. We used to think that everyone should attend an art school for awhile just to learn about themselves in relation to everyone else. Now we think that maybe living in the bush with nothing could be the way to go a longer distance.
We are setting a date now for some time off our knife and tool making.

