Today at The Unlikely Homestead, it is about 40 degrees with a strong wind out of the North. It’s cloudy, thanks to the edges of Hurricane Sandy’s might, and most of the stunning autumn leaves have fallen from the trees, leaving the countryside bare and stark.
This is a difficult transitional time of year for me, going from the radiant beauty of fall to the dingy brown starkness of early winter. Once the snow falls (provided we get any this year,) it will improve things significantly, but for now… it’s dreary. Couple the weather with my best friend moving to England for 5 months this Friday, and we have a recipe for the blues. I’ve been sleeping a lot, and not doing much of anything.
Last week, I spoke with the lovely and talented Chaya of Pantry Paratus over Skype. While she was ostensibly interviewing me for a Pantry Paratus Radio podcast, it was more like a nice conversation with a good friend. We talked about everything from raw milk to website hosting to balancing homesteading with full-time work and all of life’s trials.
One of the not-too-secret secrets I have is that I hate computers. I really do.
It didn’t start out that way, of course. I found myself working in the Information Technology business in the early nineties almost by accident. I hired in as a part-time computer lab assistant at the University of Michigan, worked my way up the ranks, and before I knew it… I had A Career. Geekiness does run in my family; my dad is a computer geek, and his father was an engineer. I come by it honestly.
We’ve had a very busy summer here at Black Chicken Host, with work and home activities keeping us away from the blog. We haven’t been dormant, though! We’ve continued to develop great partnerships within the industry, brought on a lot of new customers, and are as excited as ever about the future.
The trees are turning glorious shades of red and gold all around us, the days are certainly shorter, and despite partially wanting to cling to summer, we’re ready for the more introspective, quiet, fall and winter times. Soon, quilting fabrics and yarn will call to me. Neglected books will beckon…
…and my skin will become crispy and dried, much like the falling leaves.