Learning to homestead from scratch, one skill at a time
Welcome, friend.
I’m Michaela. I don’t have a homestead yet — just a small kitchen, a windowsill crowded with seedlings, and a notebook I fill up every week. This is where I write down what I’m learning, while I’m still learning it.
I’m so glad you’re here.
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A little about me
Nice to meet you
I live in South Africa, in a flat with a north-facing windowsill that gets exactly four hours of good light a day. No land. No animals except two very opinionated rabbits. Certainly no barn.
For a long time I thought that meant I had to wait. Then it occurred to me that the waiting is the apprenticeship — that I could spend these years learning to bake, to grow things, to preserve a season, to mend and keep and make do, so that when the land comes I arrive already knowing how.
So that is what this is. Not a manual from someone who has arrived. A diary from someone still very much on the way, written down each week while it is still fresh enough to be honest about.
Let’s learn and grow together.
More about meDo not despise the day of small beginnings.Zechariah 4:10
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Let’s stay in touch
One letter, most Sundays. The new diary entry, whatever is happening on the windowsill, and the thing I got wrong that week. Nothing else, and you can leave whenever you like.