What Does "Modern" Homesteading Mean to Me? And... Seedlings.

I have been thinking about this while we have been contemplating what to do about living arrangements. What are our priorities? What are our beliefs? What makes us "homesteaders" and when will we think we are there? Nothing makes you take a good long look at what you are and what you stand for than a hardship and uncontrollable circumstances. Where we should live and what is available for options has become just that. We are at the mercy of time, hard work and creativity. I won't post now about what our plans are at the moment but I will document along the way this summer and perhaps see if you can guess what it is ;-)

Any who, I have been thinking... and when I started this blog and titled it "Modern Homesteading" the thought I have in my mind was old fashioned ways with a new date and maybe a solar panel or two. But, recently, perhaps by growing maturity, I have re thought this. I think it depends on the family! Each will have their own values and skills and comfort levels from hardcore make-your-own-underwear-from-your-home-spun-yarn-from-your-home-grown-sheep to growing-a-single-tomato-plant-on-a-tiny-city-fire-escape-landing. We are not currently where we would like to be. We are living un-independently in my parents house with limited freedom to have animals and the like. This is going to change this year. Everything is going to change this year. We have come to the breaking point of waiting or doing. We choose do. We are choosing to take control (Lord guiding) and start living how we feel called. It is a leap of faith for more than just comfort but also safety and sanity (for me... I have been know to be *ahem* unstable). And please pray for our extended family to understand what will come, I am dreading their reaction, mostly just 'cause I am sick of hearing "you can't".

Next, we have seedlings! And how I chose to pot them on this year. I used 4 ounce yogurt cups. I was feeding Mini Me the other week and it just clicked that the plastic cup in my hand was the perfect size to pot on a seedling. Usually they just go in the recycle but now I was going to be the recyclist. And you know what? It worked a treat.


Notice the mold? Not intentional.





Fork lift. Heehee





So cute.