A Direction and A Meaning

I started this blog to let my friends and family know what was going on with my house renovations.  I had moved back home from years of wandering and settled down in a small house not far from where I grew up.  Six-tenths of a mile to be exact.  It was what I had been trying to accomplish for years.  The fly in the ointment was that the house I bought was waaaaayyy smaller than what I needed, so when I started to change everything around, I started the blog to let folks know what was happening in my world.

As the house work wound down, other things started to take it's place.  Being out in the country, I was able to indulge in a lot of things I had done as a child and missed ever since.  Gardening was one of those and so was animal husbandry.

I found some things had changed though since my younger days.  The promises of a chemical world had fallen short and it wasn't a good idea to slather everything down with Sevin dust anymore.  Pest management was a concept to be reckoned with instead.  I live in the deep south though and going organic is not that easy in the area of pest control.  Here everything crawls or bites and munches down on your hard labor and can destroy your work in one night. And in this neck of the woods, deer aren't protected as the cuddly Bambis of fairy tales.  Mostly they are considered to be varmits better served with gravy than saved.  And Thumper has caused me more grief than I can possibly explain in one sitting.

And as these things have been brought forward again in my life, the focus of the farmette has changed.  When I got here I wanted a retreat, a place to escape from the hectic pace I had endured for the previous couple of decades.  I wanted someplace to hide from the world and enjoy some peace in my life.  I wanted to be home.

And I have done that.  I love the farmette.  I never want to leave it.  BUT....my focus has changed a bit.  The news all around us is bad and getting worse.  Even the mainstream media has finally admitted that times are not getting better as planned.  The majority of people in this country are not prepared for a recession, much less a depression.  I truely believe that things are going to get a lot worse before they get better, and a lot of people will be hurting very badly, if not outright dying.

I look around my neighborhood and I worry about these folks.  Most of them are older.  They watched me grow up and they are part of what makes me me.  Many of them are getting on in years and aren't able to prepare for bad times even if they believed they were about to happen.  So if something bad is coming down the pike, I want to be able to take care of not only myself but these people who mean so much to me.

I've always believed in having a few things put back for a rainy day.  My folks both lived through the Depression, and I remember tales from my Grandmother of making do with only what was available. I'm now trying to have enough to make do for quiet a few folks.  I'm not going the tin foil hat route, but I'm thinking that being ready for unusual times is not a bad idea.

I was a bit surprised the other day when I checked the stats for this blog and found that I had more people checking it out than I realized.  Someone in Japan is checking me out on a regular basis and I've even had quieries from Russa and India.  Thank you.  I hope you will all continue to check back in as I find a new direction in life and work toward reaching some goals of being more prepared for things to come.