You know you're a permie when you finish up with some paying work and decide to take a quick break before starting on the next thing, and that quick break entails checking out the "You know you're a permie when" thread
You know you're a permie when:
...you have two calendars on your wall, one for tracking planting times and fertility dates for the critters, the other huge at-a-glance calendar for keeping track of daily duck and chicken eggs, sitting and hatch dates, RMH wood use, seed planting and sprout dates, harvest dates and notes, roadside stand sales... all the important stuff, even the once-a-month trip to town!
...you save your pasta water to pour on your "indoor" sunroom garden because you know all that starch will kick-start the soil microbes to help warm that chilly winter soil
...you use the offal from duck and chicken harvests to build nutrient-dense squash and tomato hills that after a few more years will be replaced with fruit trees
...you spend 8 hours straight working out the finer details for a goat paddock shift system that you probably wont be able to afford for another two years (even though the pioneer growth you're trying to combat is perfect for them NOW)
...the answer in your head to every question, and I mean EVERY question, starts with "It depends", but you try to never say that part out loud because it really irks people
...your solution to the so-called "climate change" situation is plant diversity and ruminants...and that includes both cows that fart and those so-called "invasives" - oh the horror!
and finally, you know you're a permie when you can't help but laugh out loud at the image in your head of Paul's eyebrows when he reads that he's been officially named "Paul Wee Wheaton".
Paul the Wee, perhaps?
Anyone know if Hugo's snail destroyers will settle for slugs? If so, I'm willing to put down a deposit for my spring order!