I am a single lady homesteader. Moved away from the city year ago. Most people I know say I’m crazy going it all alone, but here I am. Working out the rough edges of a 100 year old property that got kinda neglected. Had lots of overgrowth, and a pile of trash to boot, but finally getting some ground cleared out. Now I’m working on getting some fencing up for future piggies, and redirecting some old fencing to keep my beloved doggie in. Greenhouse, and raised beds are in the plans as well. Never worked so hard, and my hands hurt, but the outcome is rewarding. Some day’s I feel on giving up, but I’m remembered why I came out here, and watch the beautiful sun rise, and set, and the chickens run around foraging for the tasty treat, and that keeps me going! Work is never done here as I have an unending list of things that need attention, probably got too many irons in the fire, but trying to pace myself. Thankful that the good Lord gifted me this opportunity, and the ability to grow and learn.