And the post that will make you all think I’m crazy…

20 Apr

If you’ll remember, Adeline and I went to the library a couple of weeks ago.  The first book I chose and read was At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon.  It’s the first book of her Mitford series featuring the life and town of Father Tim, an Episcopal priest.  It was a quick and wonderful read.  It’s not a book that will ever become a classic or a must-read, but it is a beautiful story and I’m looking forward to reading the rest of the series.  I’ve promised myself that I have to read one of my own books before I will allow myself to choose any more library books.  We have literally hundreds of our own but when I get around the shelves full of books at the library, I go a little crazy!

 

The second book I chose on the crazy spree was Made from Scratch: Discovering the Pleasures of a Handmade Lifeby Jenna Woginrich.  Our little library has endcaps with all the newly purchased books.  I saw the cover, thought it must have something to do with saving money (something that is constantly on my mind), and immediately picked it up and checked out.

This truly isn’t the book I thought it would be.  I thought it would be about making your own laundry soap, sewing your own clothes, etc.  Well, this book is slightly more intense than that.  Made from Scratch is a book about homesteading.  Homesteading is trying to live a sustainable and self-sufficient lifestyle.  The chapters in her book are about raising chickens, growing your own vegetable garden, beekeeping, the country kitchen, antiques, sewing your own wardrobe, mushing, raising angora rabbits, and mountain music!

Now, if you know me at all, you know that I don’t buy into global warming (excuse me, “global climate change” is the term of the moment, is it not?).  I do believe that God has entrusted us with His creation and that we must do what we can to keep it healty and beautiful.  I’m no hippy or country girl.  I was raised in the city without even a flower garden.  Had I known what this book was about, I would never have picked it up.

But I did, and as such, I read it.  By the end of the first chapter…I admit it…I wanted chickens!  Just enough to keep our home filled with all the eggs we could want.  Do you know that baby chicks cost only $2.75-ish each?  Think of the invenstment of a few laying hens, a pen, a coop, and feeding them with scraps.  Those babies would pay for themselves in fresh eggs in no time.  Alas, Matthew says no chickens.  Though I have talked to a few other women here at Nashotah House and I’m not the only one longing for livestock!

Gardening? Absolutely, I would love to.  There is a wonderful little vegetable  garden here on campus that I will hopefully be able to take slight advantage of.  Like I said, I’ve never even planted a seedling, but I would love to raise our own veggies.

Now, the best of me cannot imagine beekeeping, teaching Reagan to Mush (yeah, right!), shearing angora rabbits, or learning the mountain dulcimer.  I’ve not become an extremeist by any means. I admit that I threw (and often do) a tin can away while making our eggplant parmesan for dinner tonight (canned marinara sauce is probably a no-no in Woginrich’s world).  But I’d like to do what I can do to save my family money (as we must do as a seminary family). Not to mention that chickens sure look awfully interesting.

If you’re interested, visit Woginrich’s blog. She’s a year older than I am and owns, sheep, dogs, chickens, a vegetable garden, and plays the mountain dulcimer and fiddle.  Amazing to me!  Though, I think I’ll just stick with my chickens…or the idea of them.

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