Two years ago, I was obsessed with the "tiny house" movement, imagined life surrounded by nothing but edible plants and the soil, fantasized about living off of the land and not from grocery products. And how to get away from the noise of the city life. Then I got here. I had a good spring and summer planting and harvested well of whatever I put in the ground. I was one with the soil. I was in tune with my spirituality. I saw God in everything and thanked Him for everything. Then winter arrives.

All I could see now is woods, I'm surrounded by nothing but woods. And all I could think of is: how can I get back to the city? I miss my groceries of every imaginable kind in Dallas, I miss my favorite restaurants and most especially I miss Christmas in the city. I even miss the people giving me the fingers for driving so slow because they're in a hurry to get to the store, to buy gifts they can't afford to give to people they don't like. Yes. Really. Yes. I miss Dallas.

The guy who owns a camphouse next to us gave me this pot belly stove.
I didn't really plan on refinishing it but I got bored.

Last night I was determined to go somewhere when I woke up this morning. So Redneck and I are on our way to Shreveport to eat at one of the casino's lunch buffet. This is why I am determined to not be in the woods  this time next year. Imagine driving 2 hours to get something to eat besides fried chicken.

It's 28 miles to get to the only two grocery in town and the town has nothing more to offer besides the library. But, I moved here for my land, to develop it into a food forest and to have a base to come home to after my travels between the Philippines and Canada.

I am posting from my phone so I can post pictures.  Well, it looks like I am double posting some pictures, but this will give you a glimpse of my land this summer and two days ago, when the weather is now falling down to the low 50's.