The Earth and nature, family and homemaking in general have always been a passion of mine. Not that I always let everyone know that. The nature part yes, but the homemaking? It seemed very “unfeminist” of me and for many years I ignored the need to stay home, grow and cook good food for my family, raise my children. My desire is to be as self sufficient as possible and to raise my children to be a part of their community, a part of the Earth, to live in harmony with it and respect all its creatures, plant, animal, mineral or otherwise.

As a child I would chastise my family for not recycling and for not processing the recyclables properly. At that time, this was the late 1980’s, you still had to remove the labels from cans and flatten them, along with milk jugs and the like. I yearned to ram whaling boats with rabid Greenpeace activists, railed against the destruction of the rain forest, cried when I saw a clear cut. I lived with all my immediate family, 9 people (before I moved out that number would rise to 12), and would have some very interesting conversations with my Grandfather about these things. He used to be a farmer as a boy and young man in Saskatchewan and later a logger among other things. He helped foster this love of nature, buying me a subscription to National Geographic (not the kids one either) when I was maybe 10, books on nature, video sets. He taught me that not all progress is bad. There isn’t technically anything wrong with logging as long as it is done responsibly. He hated clear cuts too.

My Grandmother taught me the joy of burying your hands in the good earth, getting dirt under your fingernails and in your wedding rings. That is I wanted to be close to God, tending a garden would be the fastest way. In the peace and silence of the garden you can know yourself, find peace and solace in hard times, grow your joy exponentially in good times. My Great Grandmother taught me the deep satisfaction of making bread for your family, the running of the home, how clearing the kitchen during the summer to make quilts for winter is one of the best ways to spend an afternoon with other women. My Mother taught me that it was okay to want to be a homemaker in modern culture, that wanting to have a herd of kids and a take care of them and my partner was not something to be ashamed of. My Father that I could do anything I wanted if I put my mind to it and to not let anyone tell me otherwise. To love books like people, music is life, and a love of tradition through The Seaforth Highlanders of Canada. It is from him that I took the name for this blog. If you have never read Farnham’s Freehold by Robert A. Heinlein you should read it as soon as possible. It is a little known work of the sci-fi master and is one of my favorite books EVER.

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