We are effectively looking at a forced
early retirement for my husband, since he had a major injury almost 5 years ago that has cut short his former livelihood. We are surviving with some help from family and friends, and of course if you've been researching the rocket stoves you know we are already pretty inventive about efficient economics. And I love wild food when I can make time to get it.
But we are very much looking forward to getting some space of our own, where we can build a nest that takes care of us, and maybe have access to weather that doesn't hurt Ernie quite so much in the stormy season here.
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Since the topic also makes me nostalgic in a good way, I'd like to share one of my role models for comfortable
retirement.
One of my big insights into
permaculture came in my grandma's backyard.
She and Granpa retired in Oregon after a long and itinerant working life. They both grew up on midwestern farms during the 1920's and Depression era. So Granpa insisted on keeping up a big garden as long as he could. (Even though Grandma noticed they weren't actually saving any money, especially if you considered the money that went into the rototiller. Another good reason for no-till
gardening!)
As Grandpa got older (he was 13 years ahead of Granma), they stopped working the
yard. Grandma was thrilled to escape from canning things that she could buy for pennies at the store. The yard evolved to an 'easy-care' garden, where the kids and grandkids would come by and do a little pruning or weeding a few times a year. After Grandpa passed away, Grandma mostly just fed her '
chickens' (wild birds) off the back deck, and enjoyed the view.
By the time I came along to help grandma, only the perennials were left. Apples, plums, filberts, blueberries. And a number of lovely non-edible
trees that Grandma had rescued from various places, like camelia, flowering quince, and several special evergreens. She had a 50 foot oak that she'd rescued from the lawn mower when it only had one leaf on it as big as it was. The family had reached a truce with the blackberries: they ramble freely in the back 1/4 of the yard, but anywhere closer to the house they were hunted down without mercy. And there were a lot of little edible plants in the lawn that I didn't notice at first, and then delighted to discover - sheep sorrel, violets, dandelion of course, not much dock but some plantain and various clovers.
We'd take a walk down into the backyard every couple of weeks as her strength allowed. She was quite happy to let me garden, and if she'd lived longer we were talking about I could maybe build a little cabin for myself there. (I wish we'd insulated the furnace ducts sooner, then maybe we caregivers could have slept better in the spare room!)
To help look after the place, I took a
permie book (Gaia's Garden) and went around the yard, checking the chart in the back to see what functions the plants were already doing. I thought maybe I could fill in some gaps. But there weren't any. After 30 years of benign neglect, every function was covered - usually by at least 3 different plants. Even the lawn was working hard, with its diverse 'weeds' - a lot were edible. Our 'food forest' was mostly for entertainment, I planted a few flowers and some veggies, and we ate seasonal fruits, but mostly Grandma was happy with store-bought foods that were easy to 'cook'. For a treat we'd get Thai take-out.
I guess I'm saying, don't feel like
permaculture retirement has to look a lot different than ordinary retirement. You don't have to change everything, or have a lot of money, or have day-to-day help. Granma lived on SS and Grandpa's pension, and she was still putting money in the bank up to her last year. It wasn't a fancy house but it was paid off, and it sure had a great view.
My in-laws have a more active semi-retirement lifestyle. They raise
chickens and grow farmer's market produce. They also have SS income but that's about it. They are frugal and live pretty well. It's a fair amount of work, but the daily minimum (
feed the stock) is very do-able, and gets them out of bed even when they are having a bad health day. They enjoy it, and it keeps them going in relative comfort.
Grandma's parents were musicians in the Depression, the dance band practiced at their house, and their town cousin was jealous of all the fun they were having in spite of her prettier clothes.
I'd say by far the best investment is attitude. It lets a person enjoy the challenges of developing a low-cost lifestyle, be contented when it's all puttering along and finally stable, and it also makes you popular
enough to recruit some friends or family when you do need some help once in a while.