Firsthand Reports from the Field: Discover the Peace of a Country Life
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April/May 2003
By the Mother Earth News editors
The partridge was only one small strand of the myriad ties that ended up binding our family more closely together. My mom, her boyfriend Dave, my brother and I are like four peas in a pod. When you live with three other people and live as far in the hills as we do, you tend to learn everybody's secrets and become quite equal. Sure we argue sometimes, but with the circumstances and the calm spell the forest casts over all of us, we forgive and we forget. We all have developed ways to get along. I've learned to always ask, say please—and pay for my own gas.
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Someday, if I leave, I know I will never forget the proud mommy partridge, the weed whacker, the coyotes, the crickets, the geese or the chickens. I'll especially remember those sleepy mornings, waking to the dry warmth and comforting smell of the woodstove as Mom rustled coals and fed it a breakfast of pine and oak, bringing it to life. If you asked me to move back to suburbia today, I would probably refuse toaster or not! The woods provide enough excitement for me, for now.
What's YOUR story? Tell us your story of self-sufficiency, and if it's chosen for publication, we'll pay you $100. We'd especially like reports on how you harvest and store rainwater for your homestead. Submit your Report of about 1,000 words, along with several photos, to: Firsthand Reports; MOTHER EARTH News; 1503 SW 42nd St.; Topeka, KS 66609-1265.—MOTHER
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