By Cam Mather
Mother Earth News was recently
preparing an article about homesteading and asked me a bunch of
questions, one of which was “What are the biggest misconceptions people
have about homesteading and homemaking?” My answer was “That
homesteading can be tidy and that every homestead is picture-perfect.
things to do, and you must learn to live with the feeling of not having
accomplished all you wanted to on any given day.”
I was thinking
about this last night as I was taking seeds off of dried corncobs while I
was watching TV, and making quite a mess while I was at it. This is
pretty much my raison d’étre for most of the year, making a mess, or at
least I’m sure that’s how Michelle sees it.
I have come to the
conclusion that this is the way it is living in the country, heating
with wood and trying to grow food for a living. I have also come to the
conclusion that I have the greatest wife on the planet to tolerate what a
slob it would appear I am. Perhaps “slob” is the wrong word. I’m not
messy and disorganized by nature, but it’s the reality of the way we
live.
When we hosted a couple of workshops here in the fall and I
brought people into the house after our various tours around the
property, I had to reiterate each time that people should leave their
shoes on, even after the garden tour. I say it every time… “This is a
farm house built in 1888 and these floors have had dirty boots walking
on them for more than a century, and I don’t plan on breaking the
pattern.” City people have a real predisposition to want to take their
shoes off. Not me. Let’s say the phone is ringing, and my boots are
covered in mud. It’ll take me 20 seconds to take the boots off and by
then I’ll have missed the call. So instead I just go for it… that’s what
a broom is for, to clean up the mess. And yes, I make sure that I’m the
one who sweeps it up later.
I often joke that after we’ve swept,
especially in the winter, when we throw the resulting dustpan full of
stuff into the woodstove, it has the BTU equivalent of a big hardwood
tree. We used to carry our firewood into the house to fill the wood box
by hand, but I finally got smart and welded some steel onto a hand
dolly. It makes it infinitely easier to bring in the firewood, but
unfortunately it increases the amount of extraneous bark, sawdust, etc.
that ends up on the floor.
In
February or so I’ll set up our shelves with lights in the kitchen to
use for starting seeds. Shortly after that I’ll bring in the card table
to use for my seed container boxes so that I can start organizing for
the season. As the spring proceeds and we end up with numerous seedling
trays, we’ll move them outside during the sunny warm days, and then back
inside, some to the back porch and some to the kitchen.
This seed
“mess” lasts until just about the time we start harvesting garlic in
July. Then the kitchen becomes “Garlic Central” with up to 20 baskets of
garlic at various stages of processing and cleaning. I also have a
supply of boxes that we use to sell large quantities of garlic, so they
take up what’s left of the spare room in the kitchen.
As we get
towards the end of garlic processing I always seem to end up with a
variety of vegetables in various stages of sorting and processing from
potatoes to onions to squash. These all take up space in the kitchen.
Eventually I sell these vegetables or store them in my root cellar. Then
it’s seed saving time and the kitchen fills up with buckets of plants
that have seeds that I need to remove. There are buckets of corncobs,
lettuce and spinach and carrots and whatever else I’m doing that year.
When it comes time to actually remove the spinach seeds from the stalks
or remove the corn from the cobs, I prefer to do it in the living room
while I’m watching TV. This, of course, just spreads the mess over a
wider area.
And throughout this cycle of one messy season after
another Michelle just smiles and waves. She’s undeterred by the chaos
and the mess that I generate. If I had one of those Martha Stewart-type
wives, I’d be in trouble.
Our house is not a pigsty, but there are
times of the year when it definitely appears well occupied, which I
love. When you sit in a kitchen where families have nourished their
bodies with food that they produced, for more than a century, it’s a
special place. It’s special to be doing exactly what they were doing
here 100 years ago. We are even tracking that same mud into the kitchen
that’s been tracked in by generation of boots. Welcome to my world.
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For more homesteading stories, you’ll enjoy our new book “Little House Off the Grid: Our Family’s Journey to Self-Sufficiency.”
Photo by Michelle Mather. For more information about Cam or his books please visit www.aztext.com or www.motherearthnews.com/contributors/Cam+Mather
