Every so often, I have to remind myself that we havent been on the land even a year, yet.

I get frustrated, because it seems we’ve accompished so LITTLE, and I have to top and take a breath and remind myself. It’s been a bit less than 11 months, and in that time we have built our barnhome BY HAND, not having a clue how to actually do so beforehand, carved out a good acre of “yard” out of the brush, and established the beginnings of a good-sized permaculture food forest. It may not be everything I’d wish to have done, but given the restraints of time and money, it is respectable.

There’s so much I want to do… and artist’s imagination mean that I see so much more than is actually here. I see the potential, but the distance between reality and potential are an unending frustration.

And yet, if I COULD just poof and translate the mental image onto the land, I would miss the fun and difficulty and struggle and learning and glory of doing it the hard way.

I just need to rememeber to have patience.