You know you're a permie when you meet a friend you haven't seen in a year and drag them off on a tour of the acreage IMMEDIATELY. And explain the Lambs Quarters in pots in the RGGS. AND the 'Italian salad dandelion' (believe it, they have extra tender varieties available!!!)
Deb Rebel wrote:You know you're a permie when you meet a friend you haven't seen in a year and drag them off on a tour of the acreage IMMEDIATELY. And explain the Lambs Quarters in pots in the RGGS. AND the 'Italian salad dandelion' (believe it, they have extra tender varieties available!!!)
Ha! I do that even with people I see frequently. In fact, I dragged my sister-in-law around my property just two days ago, proudly showing her my potato patch (it's my first year growing them, and they're mulched with bedding and lawn clipping and wood chips, and they are sooooooo tall!), and then dragged my husband around today to show him everything. I'll probably take my mom on a tour when she visits tomorrow. I've taken her on a tour every other time she's been over, so I don't see why I wouldn't do the same tomorrow, too, LOL!
You know you're a permie when you trade a Sorbet Peony clump for five thorness black raspberry bushes and you think you got the better deal five times over.
You know you're a permie when, you need a very late night/early morning walk to deal with puffy legs and you take your diuretic... and know exactly where there are some bushes or trees that can use some fertilizer and NOBODY can see you there. 3 am walks when you're into permaculture!!! (doublescore being of female anatomy and being able to pull this one off!)
You know you're a permie when you can read posts and catch the mosquito that snuck in and is just determined to have you for a snack without really looking. Or sit crosslegged on the grass to make plant ID markers, talk to a friend and sneak a hand under your utility apron and sort the six legged ant that decided to explore your shorts without pausing or your friend knowing what you're up to.
You know you're a permie when, your tomatoes are coming in (heirlooms and landrace) and you take a bag with you on errands and give them out to people you know to 'try a REAL tomato' ... Better Than A Business Card any day. And explain how it's "better than organic" ... (corrupt them by example, is my motto!)
You know you're a permie when the discovery of a thistle growing in your tomato patch instigates an uplifting and exciting discourse about nutrient accumulators, the value of tap-rooted species and the many benefits of feeding the wild finch population
If your neighbors repeatedly demand that you plant in rows and weed your garden and you get back at them by eating a giant odorous tomato like it is an apple right as they survey the disappointing yeild of their own tomatoes. bwahahahaha!!
Nancy Troutman wrote:When you come to a screeching halt because you saw a 5-gallon bucket beside the road.
That one gave me a good laugh. Done that soooo many times
same goes for ...
old carpets
cardboard
windows
tires
Odd you should mention a old carpet. Last year I saw three area rugs out on someone's lawn. I knocked on the door and asked about it, the husband said that they were free. But he should charge me $45
His wife had two of them proffesianally cleaned. Then told him she wanted new ones cause they no longer matched the " decor"
They were mint, two tone brown and tan. And the matched my " decor" ....free and in great shape. Lol. Larry
You know you are a permie when you sell bags of mixed salad greens from your market garden and you mix a few edible 'weed leaves' in there too. When asked you say they are from a 'greens mix' you seeded from the packet.
You know you are a permie when you check the city codes and covenants and they say NOTHING about having vicunas in town. Just goats, horses, donkeys, cattle, chickens, turkeys, ducks, and sheep. Now just affording a couple... and when the city comes around you nicely point out it wasn't in the C&C's and they HAVE to grandfather you. And wondering if pea-fowl would do the bugs like guinea hens and mostly leave your tomatoes alone?
Judith Browning wrote:you run and hide the pee bucket so the bathroom will look 'normal' when someone comes to visit who just wouldn't get it...and you don't want to spend time explaining...
I wanted to update this...I've now given the pee bucket a permanent place in the back room/utility room next to the outside door, easier to take out every day and less conspicuous but still a bucket with a toilet seat set on top. After getting used to the neighborhood here I don't have any issues with taking a bucket out each day to use on the compost bin or tomatoes, etc....now if we could just reincorporate our sawdust toilet in an outdoor corner somewhere...
....your rotten neibors call the authorities on you claiming your chickens stink,and you take the inspectors directly to the coop,because you know your deep bedding system is bulletproof.
Even on a 90° day.
This happened twice.
...your response to tall grass complaints is to remove ALL the grass and replace it with terraced beds of perimials and self sowing annuals.
...presented with the ordnance that says structures for pets must be 20' from every property line, you build a ChookWagon,rather than give away your chickens,due to your property being only 30' wide.
...your child spends her pocket money on a school trip buying a raspberry start
...you let box elders grow ,knowing you can cut them down latter, leaving biomass in the ground as roots.
...your chooks don't finish their scraps or pellets because they prefer free ranging for bugs.
...your grapes over grow your blackberries,you from them and start new grape plants
...you scheme on how to be buried in your own pico-food forest,knowing a body on the land will make it undesirable for anything else...
I feel so much better about myself after reading these! When you are looking at the possibilities of giant ragweed and poke as an ornamental. When there are apple cores and banana peels everywhere cuz mom (me) keeps forgetting to bring the compost bucket in. When you get super excited that you have educated your neighbor on wild forage for his chickens, but are kinda sad cuz now I have to pull the weeds J promised to give him.
You know you belong in the woods,when , it's lunch time and need to slice a tomato . Your pocket knife is 150 yards away in you truck,,, so you slice your tomato with the vintage Collins felling ax you were just swinging. Pretty sure I'm the first in my family to walk upright? Lol. Larry
- When you just finished working 12-14hr days for years doing your own siding, plumbing, flooring, painting, french drain digging and other general acquiescence to "the man" in getting your house ready for an appraisal (which finally happened yesterday!), all to get out of the high interest private loan that allowed you to get the fixer-upper with an overgrown forest around it in the first place, and you think "aah, now I can finally get to work on all those ponds and swales."
- When you become a danger on the road due to rubber-necking at distractingly appealing piles of damn good mulch.
- When you go to the grocery store and realize you don't need any of that crap.
When you decide to run for City Council so you can sway them on editing some of the zoning and other codes and covenants so a) you can have your guinea hens to eat all the bugs b) bring in llamas and vicunas c) make alternative plumbing be allowed (composting toilets etc) d) allow for alternative housing (such as earthships, modified walipini, and lifting the 10' from property line building restrictions on a 25' wide lot).
You're not dressed for the great outdoors unless you have your corona nipper holster on and filled. Only then do things 'feel right' and you're properly dressed.
You know you're a permie when you have your pruning shears on so much that, even when you're shopping or at a friends house, you find yourself reaching for them to prune Himalayan blackberry that's grown way out of bounds.
I had to look up what this was. I thought you were toting a gun!
It's close to it. A sharp pair of 1" can do a lot of damage. Another forum I'm on, the fellow that runs that suggested spending the $20 or so to get a genuine pair of Corona's. His pair is over 20 years old and are like always on him as you never know outdoors when you need them. I totally agree.
They were developed in the orchards of California and they do deliver. You can get a pair for $20-30 depending on where you go. I heartily recommend them.
And a decent holster to keep them handy is well worth it. They are a perfect accessory for outdoor work.
You know you're a Permie when you know exactly the perfect accessory for garden-wear and outdoor chore time.
You know you're a permie when--after a stressful evening--your way of calming down before bed is to dream and plan out a rocket mass heater for a project that won't happen for at least 5 years.
Honestly, I just did this. My son decided to scream and complain off and on for the last two hours, rather than fall asleep, and thus kept his sister up for two hours. My stress levels were through the roof. I just now went and measured my garage (that we plan on turning into a family room in like 6 years), so that I could plan out where to put the rocket mass heater. I feel so much better now. Ahhhh.
You know your a permit when,,,
Your feeding the barn animals and squat somewhere to pee because your not walking back to the house.
Get excited when you find new edible weeds on your property.
Take home the workplace kitchen scraps to the animals
Buy a camper to reno using off grid technology in, when everyone else is watching TV from their outside kitchen at their camper
Marry a husband that used to scratch his head at my crazy way of living and now offers his own ideas!!😉
Alexandra Clark wrote:You know you are a permie when you have a stack of brown cardboard pizza boxes 12 feet high in the back of the garage....just in case...
Or ask the mech at work to save all the huge boxes that come in for you!!
When 30 wild turkeys decide to sleep in your field because there's still food in the form of wild fruit and seeds as well as protection from a livestock guardian dog ( he's supposed to be watching the chickens). I wish I had a picture of how they all slept in the noontime sun on the hillside without trouble until a huge hawk flew over and spooked everyone into the woods or coop respectively. SO funny.
You start to look forward to the large, very over-priced box of pears a certain someone sends you every Christmas. Not because you enjoy the pears (the ones on my own trees are so much better), but because they come in a really sturdy box that could have many uses. And, also, if you cut the piece of foam stuff that covers the pears into 3 equal pieces, they fit perfectly across the windows in my house and insulate against drafts quite well.
Enjoying the wildlife that comes with the eco system you're developing or looking forward to the box that comes with a gift - these are definitely permie things!
I was watching a video (not this one, but it's close) of Tesla's new solar roof tiles...
...and I thought, you know you're a permie when you are wondering about the rainwater collection opportunities* with a roof like this!
(*As in, would the runoff be cleaner, safer, less toxic than with other materials, such as composite roofing which leaches toxins into the water?)
The outer layer of Tesla's solar roofing tile is glass, isn't it? I hadn't thought about it that way, but that's genius.
If you take a look at Tesla's new solar roofing tile and start counting the possibility of stacking the functions of roof cladding, cleaner rain water capture, and power generation, you might be a Permie.
The outer layer of Tesla's solar roofing tile is glass, isn't it? I hadn't thought about it that way, but that's genius.
If you take a look at Tesla's new solar roofing tile and start counting the possibility of stacking the functions of roof cladding, cleaner rain water capture, and power generation, you might be a Permie.
You know you're a permie when the first word that comes to mind when you think of Lofthouse isn't cookies, it's squash!
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You also know you're a permie when you wake up from a dream about seeing the Super Blue Blood Moon lunar eclipse, and in your dream you had members from permies at your house for the lunar eclipse event. (And, yes, I went and checked to see the actual eclipse, since it's the right time. But since I live in the Northwest, on a property surrounded by trees, I didn't get to actually see the eclipse, but the dream was pretty awesome and vivid, so that pretty much makes up for it, LOL!)
You know you're a Permie when your garden beds grow just fine, have great soil, and kick out loads of crops but you decide to dig the whole mess up and bury logs making it look like big long graves. That was yesterday.
You know you're a Permie when you drive in the dark over to the abandoned farm next door to steal said logs.
You know you're a Permie when you brilliantly discover bubblewrap makes the best insulation on the planet for your gardens and ask all your friends to save theirs for you, specifying in lengthy detail that it's the large air-packs that are the best but you'll take anything they have.
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