Cracking the dark silence with his piecing Cock-A-Doo-Da-Doo
The Rooster rings in the dawn with all his clucking girls around him
My eyes spring open. Darkness surrounds me.
The temperature must have dropped last night.
I can feel the cold air blowing in over the bed.
The fire must be out. The house feels really cold.
These warm new sheets are like sleeping on soft billowing clouds
I’d really just like to stay here a while longer
We got to get up though those chickens are hungry
On cold nights they will eat all the food to maintain their body temperature.
So I leave those incredible new sheets behind and head out to the barn
As the big red door slides open the chickens rush out to see what treats are in my bucket this morning.
I am reminded of earlier days when our three kids were waiting at home
My foot pressed down on the accelerator
That new Honda accord flew down Hwy 401 toward home
After a long day driving the roads and attending to my job
I would be greeted at the front door by three starving teen agers, each one eager to see what my packages contained.
After a crock potted dinner of roast beef from the local farm
We would sit around the kitchen table and talk about our day
There are frustrations. Both of us go to work every day so how can this be. We hate leaving the kids to fend for themselves. We would prefer to be home, working together, growing our own food. Living a simpler life. There is never enough money. The mortgage has to be paid. There are so many bills. How can we ever afford the next expense that I am sure will be thrust upon us any day now?
Did we need that big house? Could we divorce ourselves from this consumer world? Would we be able to make it? How would we learn how to raise our own food? Could we live this homesteader life?
Apparently we can; because we are now.
Eight years ago we left the city and all our consumer trappings behind.
Our days are so different now.
Beauty surrounds us as we work together on our little homestead
A friend from my past came to visit one day
In a gentle way and with kindness on her face she said to me
Those mended sheets I slept on last night. How did you do that?
Here money is tight. No it isn’t it just doesn’t exist. We just don’t think about purchasing anything. Preferring instead to figure out how to deal with what we already have. Or coming up with an inventive trade.
We don’t struggle anymore with our finances.
Amazingly there is enough money to get to the end of the month.
My friend says to me. “You have no jobs. Yet you seem to have all that you want?”
“It is hard for me to even imagine that”.
“You know”” she says. “I buy so much at the Bay every month that they give me extra discounts and coupons. If sheets are on sale and I apply all my promotions I think I could get you some new sheets for less than half price”.
With a worried look on his face, her husband agrees, she does spend an incredible amount every month.
She is right the sheets are worn out big time. I have already cut out the worn parts and sewed two sheets together to make one.
OK with apprehension I agree. If she purchases the new sheets with all her discounts when they are already half price I will pay her back. That shouldn’t cost too much. Should it?
She is happy, very excited that she now has a purchasing project. Find new sheets for an incredible deal then charge them to her credit card. When I pay her back she will just pay my money into her card.
Easy Peasy. New Sheets and no dept. created.
So the sheets are the most wonderful, soft, amazingly warm sheets I have ever had the pleasure to crawl into after a long homesteading day full of outdoor work. These sheets are so soft and warm when I need to sew two of them together sometime in the future I will barely even feel the seam.
Those sheets costs us two months’ worth of egg sales
Two months of waking early in the darkness, each morning pulling on cold barn boots over my PJs. Leaving the house before I have even had my coffee. Trying to stay upright as I navigate the ice covered path to the barn carrying two pails of fresh water? Smiling while I am Collecting, cleaning, packaging and selling all those eggs.
Were those new sheets worth it???
The sun is just starting to come up over the horizon, maybe I’ll just crawl back into those new sheets for just a little while.