Hi Ris, got a lot of parallels there. Yes resonate. Miss all my old trucks. I don't miss the gas station. Finally getting the chance to create my own habitat and am mindful of the critters I displaced simply to be here. Trying to offer them housing options as a poor replacement for taking their little stand of
trees. Created a stump horseshoe condo. Brush pile that won't get burned, just decompose pleasantly as it is used by feathered and furred. Last year two fawns were sent there as daycare and I watched them grow up. This year more birds and someone who has a pretty big hole under the branch clutter. Phoebe's and Robins nesting in the eaves of the barn. I give way to the
bear and the fox and the possum. Cage in any veggies I want to eat myself. Remembering Barbara Kingsolver's Tucson lessons. After years on the road or in temporary ports, I am so pleased to be building a
shelter that feels like me. But I'm a bit of an odd duck here and have lurked on the permies site for years. Seems like maybe my peeps are here. I appreciate your candid and open post. - Cynthia in VT