The Things About Homesteading Nobody Puts on the Internet – BLOG – 2026-Aug-29

The Things About Homesteading Nobody Puts on the Internet

In 2019, two major events changed the course of my life. I closed the winery, and my wife and I decided to go our separate ways. We sold the house, and I made the decision to renovate the old winery building into my new home. At the time, I had no idea just how much that decision would change my life. What started as a practical solution to a major transition eventually became the beginning of an entirely new journey—one that would lead me to homesteading.

When I started looking into homesteading, I did what most people probably do.

    • I went online.
    • I watched videos. I read articles. I looked at photographs of beautiful gardens, neatly stacked firewood, happy chickens wandering through green grass, perfectly organized pantries and baskets overflowing with vegetables.

It all looked wonderful.

And, to be fair, some of it really is wonderful.

What I didn’t see nearly as often were the less glamorous parts.

      • The broken equipment.
      • The muddy boots.
      • The endless cleaning.
      • The projects that take three times longer than expected.
      • The money that disappears into things I never knew I needed.
      • The vegetables that refuse to grow.
      • The animals that have their own ideas about how things should work.

And the fact that sometimes I spend an entire day working outside and, at the end of it, I’m not entirely sure what I accomplished.

That’s the part of homesteading that doesn’t always make it onto the internet.

So, after spending some time doing this myself, I thought I’d talk about it.

Not to discourage anyone from homesteading.

Quite the opposite.

I think understanding the reality makes the good parts even better.


Homesteading Is a Lot of Work

This probably shouldn’t come as a surprise, but I underestimated it anyway.

      • There is always something to do.
      • If I’m not working in the garden, something needs repairing.
      • If nothing needs repairing, there is probably something that needs cleaning.
      • If everything is clean, there are animals to feed.
      • If the animals are fed, there is probably a fence that needs attention.
      • And if everything is somehow working perfectly, I can always find another project.

That’s one of the realities of having land.

Things don’t stay finished.

      • A garden doesn’t become “done.”
      • A fence doesn’t stay perfect forever.
      • Buildings need maintenance.
      • Equipment needs attention.
      • Animals need care.

The work doesn’t end simply because I finished the project I started that morning.

I’ve learned to accept that.

The homestead is less like a list of projects and more like a living system that requires ongoing attention.


Things Break

This is another one that doesn’t photograph particularly well.

      • A piece of equipment breaks.
      • A hinge fails.
      • A board rots.
      • A water line leaks.
      • A tool stops working.
      • A gate doesn’t close properly.
      • Something that worked perfectly yesterday suddenly doesn’t.
      • And, of course, it usually happens when I need it most.

I’ve learned that maintenance is part of homesteading.

It’s not something I do only when something breaks.

I’m getting better at looking at things and asking:

“What is likely to fail next?”

This isn’t negativity, it’s just good planning.  Sometimes spending a little time fixing a small problem today prevents a much bigger problem later.

Not always.

But often enough that I’ve learned to pay attention.


The Weather Is in Charge

I can make plans.

The weather does not care.

I can decide that today is the perfect day to plant something, build something, paint something or work on a particular project.

      • Then it rains.
      • Or it gets too hot.
      • Or the wind picks up.
      • Or the temperature drops.
      • Or we get an unexpected stretch of weather that changes everything.

Gardening has made this especially obvious.

I can prepare the soil, plant carefully and do everything I think I’m supposed to do.

Then Mother Nature gets involved.

Sometimes she helps.

Sometimes she doesn’t.

I’ve learned that one of the most useful homesteading skills is being able to change plans without becoming frustrated by the fact that the original plan didn’t survive contact with reality.


A Garden Does Not Follow a Schedule

I used to think of gardening in fairly simple terms.

      • Plant.
      • Water.
      • Grow.
      • Harvest.

The reality is considerably more complicated.

      • Some things grow beautifully.
      • Some things barely grow at all.
      • Some plants produce much earlier than expected.
      • Others seem to be waiting for a completely different season.
      • Sometimes everything ripens at once.

That’s when the fun really starts.

Suddenly I have more vegetables than I can eat, and I need to decide what I’m going to do with them.

That’s why I’ve become increasingly interested in food preservation.

Canning, freezing, dehydrating and freeze-drying aren’t just hobbies for me.

They’re ways of dealing with the reality of having a productive garden.

The goal isn’t simply to grow food.

It’s to make use of the food I grow.


More Food Can Actually Create More Work

This sounds like a strange problem to have.

It isn’t.

Imagine spending months trying to get a garden producing well.

Then it works.

Really well.

Suddenly I have tomatoes everywhere.

Or peppers.

Or herbs.

Or berries.

That’s a good problem to have, but it’s still a problem that needs solving.

Fresh food doesn’t wait for my schedule.

If I don’t preserve it, use it or give it away, eventually it becomes waste.

That’s one reason I’ve been experimenting with freeze-drying.

Freeze-drying gives me another way to preserve some of the food I grow and turn seasonal abundance into something I can store and use later.

It also led me to another opportunity: custom freeze-drying services for people who have their own garden surplus but don’t own a freeze dryer.

Sometimes one homestead project leads naturally to another.


Animals Don’t Follow My Schedule Either

I’ve also learned that animals are very good at reminding me who is actually in charge.

I can have a plan for the rabbits.

The rabbits may have a different plan.

I can build an enclosure that I think is secure.

The rabbits may immediately begin investigating how to defeat it.

I’ve learned that raising animals means paying attention.

      • They need food.
      • They need water.
      • They need clean housing.
      • They need protection.
      • They need observation.
      • And they occasionally need me to solve a problem that wasn’t on my schedule for the day.

There was also the memorable occasion when a rabbit enclosure door was left unsecured and I suddenly had rabbits exploring the property.

That was not part of the plan.

It was, however, a very effective lesson in making sure doors are actually closed.


Homesteading Costs Money

This is one of the biggest misconceptions I had to reconsider.

Homesteading can save money in some areas.

It can also cost quite a bit of money.

      • Seeds cost money.
      • Feed costs money.
      • Fencing costs money.
      • Lumber costs money.
      • Tools cost money.
      • Animal housing costs money.
      • Equipment costs money.

And then there are all the little things.

A small purchase here.

Another one there.

Before long, the “inexpensive” project has accumulated quite a bill.

I’ve learned that I need to look at homesteading as an investment rather than assuming everything I produce will automatically be cheaper than buying it.

      • Sometimes I save money.
      • Sometimes I don’t.
      • Sometimes I gain something more valuable than the difference in price.

Knowing where my food came from has value.

Learning a new skill has value.

Being able to preserve my own food has value.

Becoming more capable has value.

Those things don’t always show up on a spreadsheet.


Your Time Has Value Too

This is another one I didn’t fully appreciate at the beginning.

If I spend four hours growing, harvesting and processing something that costs very little at the grocery store, I need to be honest about what I’m actually doing.

I’m not necessarily saving money.

I’m choosing to spend my time differently.

And that’s perfectly legitimate.

The important thing is recognizing the difference.

I enjoy many of the things I do on the homestead.

That’s part of the reason I’m doing them.

But enjoying something doesn’t mean my time has no value.

I’ve become much more conscious of that as I’ve started turning some homestead activities into products for my store.

If I’m making seasoning salts, freeze-dried foods or other products, I need to understand not just the ingredient cost but also the time and effort involved.

That’s where homesteading and business start meeting each other.


You Will Buy Things You Don’t Need

I have learned this lesson more than once.

I’ll see a tool or piece of equipment and think:

“That would make things easier.”

Sometimes it does.

Sometimes it turns out to be something I rarely use.

I’ve become much more cautious about buying equipment simply because it looks useful.

Now I ask myself:

What problem does this actually solve?

If I can’t answer that question clearly, I probably don’t need it yet.

This has become particularly important because I’m trying to build Blue Gypsy Homestead without spending money simply for the sake of expanding.

Sometimes the best tool is the one I already own.


Simple Projects Rarely Stay Simple

I’ve learned not to use the phrase “This should be easy.”

It seems to tempt fate.

I’ll start a project thinking it should take an afternoon.

Then I discover a problem.

Solving that problem creates another problem.

That requires a different solution.

And suddenly I’m looking at a project that has evolved into something completely different from what I originally imagined.

This happens frequently enough that I’ve learned to build flexibility into my plans.

I also try to remind myself that not every project needs to be completed in one day.

That’s easier said than done.

But I’m getting better at it.


Homesteading Requires Learning Constantly

There is a lot I don’t know.

That’s not a complaint; it’s actually one of the things I enjoy most.

      • Every season gives me something new to learn.
      • Every animal teaches me something.
      • Every crop teaches me something.
      • Every failed project teaches me something.

Sometimes the lesson is:

“That was not a good idea.”

That’s still useful information.

      • I’ve discovered that I don’t need to know everything before I start.
      • I need to be willing to learn as I go.
      • Research is valuable.
      • Experience is even more valuable.
      • And the combination of the two is where I seem to make the most progress.

You Have to Be Comfortable With Failure

This is probably one of the most important lessons I’ve learned.

      • Not everything works.
      • Some plants fail.
      • Some projects fail.
      • Some ideas aren’t practical.
      • Some products don’t sell.
      • Some equipment purchases aren’t as useful as I expected.

That’s part of the process.

I used to see failure as evidence that I had done something wrong.

Now I try to see it as information.

If something fails, I want to understand why.

      • Was the timing wrong?
      • Was the design wrong?
      • Did I underestimate the cost?
      • Did I misunderstand what customers wanted?
      • Did I simply get unlucky?

Once I know why something didn’t work, I can make a better decision the next time.

That’s progress.


The Homestead Is Never Going to Look Like the Pictures

This might be my favourite one.

The internet is very good at showing the best five minutes.

      • A beautiful sunrise.
      • A basket of vegetables.
      • A perfectly organized pantry.
      • A rabbit sitting peacefully in the sunshine.
      • A freshly built garden bed.

What you don’t always see is what happened immediately before the photograph.

      • The weeds.
      • The mud.
      • The broken fence.
      • The tools scattered everywhere.
      • The failed crop.
      • The animal enclosure that needs cleaning.
      • The project that is only halfway finished.

That’s my reality.

And I’ve become comfortable with it.

My homestead isn’t a magazine spread.

It’s a working property.

It’s supposed to show evidence that something is happening.


Sometimes I Don’t Accomplish as Much as I Planned

This is another reality that isn’t particularly photogenic.

There are days when I have a long list of things I want to accomplish.

Then something unexpected happens.

      • Maybe a repair takes longer than expected.
      • Maybe the weather changes.
      • Maybe an animal needs attention.
      • Maybe I discover a problem I didn’t know existed.

At the end of the day, I may have completed only one thing on my list.

It can be frustrating.

But I’ve learned that one important thing accomplished is still progress.

Homesteading isn’t a race.

The property isn’t going anywhere.

There will be another day.


You Don’t Need to Do Everything Yourself

This is something I think gets misunderstood.

Self-sufficiency doesn’t have to mean doing absolutely everything yourself.

      • I can grow food and still buy things.
      • I can raise animals and still purchase feed.
      • I can preserve food and still go to the grocery store.
      • I can build things and still buy equipment.
      • I can learn skills without pretending I have every skill.

For me, homesteading is about becoming more capable and less dependent, not about eliminating every outside resource from my life.

There is a difference.

And I think it’s a healthier way to approach the idea.


Homesteading Is Not Always Productive

Sometimes I spend time outside and simply enjoy being there.

That’s not necessarily wasted time.

There is something satisfying about walking through the garden, checking the animals, looking at what’s growing and seeing the property change with the seasons.

      • Not everything has to become a product.
      • Not every activity has to generate income.
      • Not every hour has to produce something measurable.

Sometimes the benefit is simply knowing that I’m building something that matters to me.


The Good Parts Are Better Than the Internet Makes Them Look

Here’s the funny thing.

After talking about all of the things nobody puts on the internet, I don’t want to give the impression that homesteading is miserable.

It isn’t.

There are moments that are genuinely wonderful.

      • Harvesting something I grew myself.
      • Eating food from my own garden.
      • Watching animals grow.
      • Opening a jar of something I preserved months earlier.
      • Taking an ingredient from the garden and turning it into a product.
      • Solving a problem I couldn’t solve before.
      • Standing outside early in the morning when everything is quiet.

Those moments are real too.

And they’re probably the reason I keep doing all the other work.


What Homesteading Has Really Taught Me

The biggest surprise for me is that homesteading isn’t really about creating a perfect life.

It’s about creating a more intentional one.

      • I’m learning to pay attention.
      • I’m learning to use what I have.
      • I’m learning to preserve abundance.
      • I’m learning to repair instead of replace when it makes sense.
      • I’m learning to accept that plans will change.
      • I’m learning that mistakes are part of the process.
      • And I’m learning that progress doesn’t always look impressive from the outside.

Sometimes progress is a new garden bed.

Sometimes it’s a repaired fence.

Sometimes it’s a successful litter of rabbits.

Sometimes it’s a jar of seasoning salt.

Sometimes it’s simply figuring out a better way to do something I’ve already done ten times.

That’s the part of homesteading I wish I had seen more often when I started.

It’s not perfect.

It’s not always efficient.

It isn’t always inexpensive.

It isn’t always easy.

But it is real.

And for me, that’s what makes it worthwhile.


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Farm Fashion (No)Sense: Dressing for the Homestead – BLOG 2026-Aug-15

There is a certain fashion standard on the homestead.

It is not found in Paris.

It is not found on the pages of GQ.

And it certainly isn’t going to be featured on the runway anytime soon.

No, homestead fashion follows a much simpler rule:

If it is comfortable, practical, and you don’t mind getting it dirty, wear it.

Welcome to Farm Fashion (No)Sense.

The Homestead Dress Code

There are some basic rules when it comes to dressing for a day on the homestead.

First, forget about looking good.

Seriously.

You’re going to sweat.

You’re going to get dirty.

Something is probably going to end up on your shirt that you really don’t want to identify.

And there is a very good chance that at some point during the day you’ll look down and wonder, “How the hell did that get there?”

This is particularly true when working around animals.

Which brings me to today’s fashion advice.

Now ladies, try not to get the vapours as you look upon this fine specimen of a man doing homestead tasks. Sorry, I couldn’t say that with a straight face.

Let’s be honest. Nobody looks particularly glamorous while hauling feed, cleaning rabbit hutches, carrying buckets, fixing fences, or chasing an animal that has decided it would rather be somewhere else.

That’s homesteading.

Long Pants and Long Sleeves

When you’re spending a lot of time outside, long pants and a long-sleeved shirt are usually the practical choice.

There are plenty of reasons for this.

They help protect your skin from scratches, bugs, sun, plants, and all the other things that seem determined to make your day more interesting.

But there is a downside.

They’re hot.

Really hot.

There are days when putting on a pair of long pants feels like voluntarily wrapping yourself in a sleeping bag and then going outside to work in the sun.

Unfortunately, the alternative can be worse.

Between mosquitoes, ticks, scratches from vegetation, and whatever else is lurking around the property, sometimes you just have to accept being uncomfortable.

That’s one of those wonderful compromises that comes with homesteading.

Comfort or protection?

I’ll take protection.

Usually.

Sunday Best?

Let’s talk about something else.

Your Sunday best has absolutely no business anywhere near the animal pens.

I don’t care how nice that shirt looks.

Don’t wear it.

Just don’t.

Feeding rabbits is not a fashion event.

Neither is watering guinea hens.

Neither is cleaning a hutch.

And absolutely nothing good can come from wearing your favourite pair of pants while dealing with livestock.

Animals have a remarkable ability to identify your cleanest clothing.

I don’t know how they do it.

You can have five shirts hanging in the closet, and somehow the animal you’re feeding will manage to leave a deposit on the one you just put on.

It’s almost a skill.

Rubber Boots: The Official Footwear of Wet Homesteading

This year has been particularly wet around the homestead.

And when I say wet, I mean wet.

At some point, the grass stops being grass and starts becoming a giant outdoor sponge.

That’s where rubber boots become almost mandatory.

Traditional steel-toed work shoes are great in many situations.

But wet grass?

Not so much.

Walk through wet grass for a while in regular work shoes and you quickly discover that your feet have become participants in an experiment involving water absorption.

Rubber boots, on the other hand, don’t care.

Mud?

Fine.

Wet grass?

No problem.

Standing in a puddle while wondering why you are standing in a puddle?

They’ve got you covered.

And there is another advantage.

The Inverted Duct Tape Trick

One of the problems with working outside is ticks.

They are small.

They are sneaky.

And apparently, they have nothing better to do than climb onto you.

I’ve found that rubber boots can provide another layer of protection when combined with a simple trick: inverted duct tape around the base of the boot.

The idea is simple.

Create a section of tape with the sticky side facing outward around the boot near the top.

It can help catch ticks before they make their way farther up your clothing.

It’s not a replacement for checking yourself for ticks, but it’s another practical barrier when you’re working in areas where ticks are a concern.

And frankly, if a tick wants to climb up my leg, I’d rather have it encounter a sticky strip of duct tape and reconsider its life choices.

The Official Homestead Wardrobe

My homestead wardrobe is not complicated.

I’ve got old shirts.

I’ve got old pants.

I’ve got work clothes that have seen better days.

And I’ve got clothing that has reached that magical point in its life where it no longer matters if something happens to it.

That’s important.

Because something will happen to it.

Animal waste has a way of finding clothing.

Mud has a way of finding clothing.

Grease has a way of finding clothing.

And whatever substance was hiding underneath that board you just moved?

Yep.

That’s going on your clothing too.

So why wear something expensive?

The best homestead clothing is often clothing that has already had a good life.

Something comfortable.

Something durable.

Something you don’t mind destroying.

If it comes out of the chicken coop, rabbit area, barn, or garden looking worse than when it went in, that’s not a fashion failure.

That’s a successful workday.

The Homestead Supermodel

Of course, all of this has me thinking.

Perhaps there is an untapped market here.

The Blue Gypsy Homestead Supermodel Calendar.

Think about it.

    • Twelve months.
    • Twelve stunning homestead outfits.

January could feature me standing beside a woodpile wearing three layers of clothing, rubber boots, a toque, and an expression suggesting that I have made several poor life choices.

February?

Same thing, but with more snow.

June could be particularly exciting.

    • Long pants.
    • Long sleeves.
    • Rubber boots.
    • Sweat.
    • Mosquitoes.

What more could a fashion-conscious audience possibly want?

And let’s not forget the glamour shots.

Perhaps August could feature me leaning casually against a fence while holding a bucket of rabbit feed.

September might involve a tasteful pose beside the garden.

And December?

Obviously, me standing beside a pile of firewood while looking thoughtfully into the distance.

“Homesteading: Where fashion meets function… and function wins every time.”

I can already hear the orders rolling in.

Or maybe that’s just the sound of someone laughing.

Fashion Isn’t Really the Point

The truth is that homesteading changes your priorities.

You start caring less about what something looks like and more about whether it works.

That applies to clothing just as much as it applies to tools, buildings, equipment, and everything else around the farm.

I don’t need my work clothes to look good.

I need them to protect me.

I need them to be comfortable enough to work in.

And most importantly, I need to be able to throw them in the wash without having a nervous breakdown when I discover what ended up on them.

Because at the end of the day, the homestead isn’t a fashion show.

It’s a working property.

    • There are animals to feed.
    • Gardens to maintain.
    • Repairs to make.
    • Wood to move.
    • Projects to finish.
    • And occasionally, there is an animal standing somewhere it absolutely should not be.

So I’ll continue wearing my old clothes, pulling on my rubber boots, grabbing whatever hat happens to be closest, and getting on with the work.

Will I look like a supermodel?

Probably not.

But if I get the work done without ruining a good pair of pants, I’ll consider the day a fashion success.

On the homestead, practical always beats pretty.

And honestly?

I’m perfectly fine with that.

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About Blue Gypsy Homestead

Blue Gypsy Homestead is a 62-acre homestead located approximately 35 minutes south of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. The property is being transformed into a productive sustenance and market farm focused on growing food, raising animals, preserving food, building useful infrastructure, and learning how to become more self-sufficient.

The Blue Gypsy Homestead approach is simple: real homesteading, real projects, real problems, and real solutions. There’s no expectation that everything will be perfect—and there certainly isn’t a requirement to look fashionable while doing it.

Whether you’re an experienced homesteader, thinking about starting a homestead, or simply curious about what modern homestead life is really like, Blue Gypsy Homestead shares practical experiences from the farm—warts, muddy boots and all.

The Reality of Building a Profitable Homestead Business – BLOG 2026/Jul/24

One of the toughest challenges on the homestead isn’t raising animals, growing food, repairing fences, or fixing equipment. It’s figuring out how to make the whole thing start to pay for itself.

I don’t think people realize how much time goes into trying to turn a homestead into a business. The physical work is only half of it. The other half happens behind a computer screen.

I built an online store where I sell freeze-dried fruits and vegetables, a few pantry items, and a small line of merchandise. Every Sunday, you’ll usually find me at the local farmers’ market where I get to meet some genuinely wonderful people. Those conversations are probably my favourite part of the day.

The sales? Well… let’s just say they leave room for improvement.

After doing plenty of research, I’m reasonably confident my prices aren’t the issue. If anything, they’re competitive. The bigger challenge seems to be getting people to discover that I even exist.

That worries me because it reminds me of another chapter in my life.

Years ago, I made fruit wines. Sales at the winery were slow, but once the same wines landed on the shelves of the LCBO, they sold remarkably well. The product hadn’t changed. The visibility had.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m walking down that same road again.

Fortunately, I’ve managed to reduce my operating and production costs to a point where they’re manageable. That’s important because it gives me room to experiment without every idea becoming an expensive lesson.

The problem now isn’t making the products.

It’s getting people interested in them.

Like just about everyone these days, I’ve tried building an audience on Facebook, YouTube, Instagram and TikTok. The reality is that growing those platforms is a slow process. I make videos that I genuinely find interesting, only to watch them disappear into the internet with a handful of views and almost no new followers.

I suspect many new YouTubers feel exactly the same way.

Apparently what I find fascinating isn’t always what everyone else is looking for.

There are days—today happens to be one of them—when I wonder whether this whole experiment is working at all. Those are the days when the little voice starts suggesting that maybe I should pack it in, sell the farm, and move into a little house on a beach somewhere in Fiji.

Then I sleep on it.

The next morning, I usually have another idea.

I’ve looked at countless marketing platforms that promise to automate social media, content creation, scheduling, SEO, and every other buzzword they can fit on a sales page. I’ve paid for several of them over the years.

Most were disappointing.

Ironically, the tool I’ve found the most useful is ChatGPT. Yes, I pay for it, and no, it doesn’t magically solve my problems. What it does do is help me organize my thoughts, polish my writing, brainstorm ideas, and dig up information that would otherwise take me hours to find.

That’s worth every penny.

I’ve experimented with AI-generated videos as well, hoping they might save time. Unfortunately, most of them looked so artificial and disconnected from reality that I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to watch them. They didn’t feel like me, and they certainly didn’t feel like the homestead.

Authenticity matters.

If something looks manufactured, people can usually tell.

So I keep trying different ideas.

Oddly enough, one of the best sellers I’ve had recently isn’t freeze-dried food at all.

It’s a T-shirt that says “Free Dad Hugs.”

Go figure.

Maybe something as simple as a shirt starts conversations that eventually introduce people to everything else we’re doing here. Sometimes the door you expect people to walk through isn’t the one they actually choose.

That’s part of learning.

One thing I genuinely enjoy is freeze-drying. Beyond making food for the online store, I also freeze-dry plants, herbs, and other products for customers who want the benefits of freeze-drying without investing thousands of dollars in a machine they’ll only use occasionally.

It’s another small piece of the puzzle.

I also market my business services based on my 35-year career in IT.

Maybe that’s what building a homestead business really is—not one big breakthrough, but dozens of small pieces slowly fitting together.

So yes… this is the part where I ask for a favour.

Actually, no point pretending.

I’m asking.

If you’ve enjoyed following our journey, please visit the website, subscribe to our YouTube channel, follow us on Facebook, Instagram or TikTok, or simply share something you found interesting with someone else.

It doesn’t cost you anything, but it genuinely helps us more than you probably realize.

Every subscriber, every comment, every share, and every conversation helps introduce Blue Gypsy Homestead to someone new.

Unlike OnlyFans, subscribing to my channels won’t cost you a dime. It may, however, help keep this little experiment moving forward.

It’s getting late, and after another long day, I’m ready to call it a night.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, for following along, and for being part of the journey.

Stay safe, enjoy the warm weather, and I’ll see you in the next post.


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Blue Gypsy Homestead shares an honest, first-hand account of the challenges of building a profitable homestead business in Ontario, Canada. Topics include freeze-dried food production, farmers’ markets, online marketing, YouTube growth, AI tools, entrepreneurship, rural business, and the realities of creating sustainable income from a small farm. The article provides personal experience rather than theory, making it valuable for aspiring homesteaders, market vendors, and small business owners looking for practical insights.

Ticks… I Really Hate Ticks – BLOG 2026-Jun-24

There are a lot of things I love about living on a farm in Eastern Ontario.

The quiet mornings.

Watching the garden come to life.

The rabbits.

The chickens.

The simple satisfaction of building something with your own hands.

Then there are ticks.

I REALLY hate ticks because, ticks nearly killed me.

Living on a farm in Eastern Ontario, ticks have become an unfortunate fact of life. Once the temperature climbs above about 5°C, they become active, and from that point until late fall, they are simply something you learn to live with.

Unfortunately, my education about ticks didn’t begin here.

It began years ago when I was living in Poughkeepsie, New York.

One year, they nearly killed me.

At first, I just wasn’t feeling well.

Actually, that’s not entirely true.

I was running a fever of around 103°F (39.4°C) for two or three days. Every muscle hurt. I felt absolutely miserable. Like most stubborn men, I was convinced I had caught some particularly nasty flu and that eventually I’d get over it.

My wife had other ideas.

Finally, she looked at me and said, “Enough.”

She drove me to see an old country doctor.

I’m glad she did.

The doctor actually listened.

He asked questions.

He examined me.

He took my temperature.

Then he looked at me and said something I’ll never forget.

“I know what you have.”

Ehrlichiosis.

I’d never even heard of it.

Ehrlichiosis is a bacterial illness caused by Ehrlichia species and transmitted through the bite of infected ticks. Symptoms usually appear between 5 and 14 days after a tick bite and often resemble a severe case of the flu—high fever, chills, muscle aches, headaches, fatigue and generally feeling like you’ve been run over by a truck.

Untreated, it can become extremely serious.

The doctor calmly explained that, in his opinion, I was probably only a few days away from organ failure.

Then, in a manner that only an experienced country doctor could manage, he shrugged and said,

“No big deal.”

He prescribed doxycycline, the antibiotic considered the first-line treatment for ehrlichiosis and Lyme disease, and sent me home.

Within twenty-four hours, I was already feeling dramatically better.

That prescription almost certainly saved my life.

Needless to say…

This is why I HATE ticks.

When I eventually moved back to Canada, I assumed I’d left the tick problem behind.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

The little buggers had simply decided to migrate north.

Marvelous.

Now they’re firmly established throughout much of Eastern Ontario, and if you spend enough time outdoors, especially around long grass, brush, or woodland, chances are you’ll eventually meet one.

Around here, tick encounters have become almost a daily occurrence.

Sometimes they hitchhike on me.

Sometimes they hitchhike on the Wonder Twins.

Sidebar: If you’re new here, “The Wonder Twins” are my two rescue Miniature Pinschers. They’re roughly ten pounds each and somehow possess the confidence of animals ten times their size. Imagine a Greyhound, Dachshund, and Chihuahua all contributing to the same questionable engineering project.

They’re all attitude.

They have absolutely no idea they’re small.

If given the opportunity, I’m convinced they’d challenge a pack of wolves just to prove a point.

Fortunately, they haven’t had the opportunity.

Back to ticks…

Of all the creatures roaming this planet, I simply cannot understand why ticks were necessary.

Mosquitoes are annoying.

Blackflies are relentless.

Horseflies seem fueled entirely by spite.

But ticks occupy a category all their own.

Since they’re usually found in long grass…

…and this is a farm…

…I have long grass.

Conventional wisdom says you should wear long pants whenever you’re walking through areas where ticks may be present.

That is excellent advice.

I, however, have discovered something that works surprisingly well for me.

I wear shorts.

Now before everyone starts writing angry emails, let me explain.

I have hairy legs.

TMI?

As strange as this sounds, those hairy legs act like an early warning system. I can usually feel a tick crawling long before it reaches somewhere I’d rather it didn’t. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, I simply pluck it off and drop it into a small pill bottle filled with rubbing alcohol that I carry with me.

The alcohol kills the tick quickly, ensuring it can’t crawl off and find another victim.

Unfortunately, every now and then one manages to sneak past my early warning system.

The worst offenders seem to head for my scalp.

That’s one of the reasons I keep my hair cut very short during the summer months.

It makes tick checks much easier.

One thing people often associate with tick bites is the famous bull’s-eye rash, known medically as erythema migrans.

It is one of the most recognizable signs of early Lyme disease and usually appears 3 to 30 days after an infected tick bite. In many people, it slowly expands over time and may resemble a target.

The important thing to remember is that not everyone develops the rash.

In fact, some people never see one at all.

Likewise, many people never notice the tick itself. Young ticks, called nymphs, can be no bigger than a poppy seed.

That’s why it’s important to pay attention not only to your skin but also to how you’re feeling.

If you remove an attached tick, don’t simply forget about it.

Watch for symptoms over the following days and weeks.

Here in Ontario, pharmacists can prescribe a single preventive 200 mg dose of doxycycline in certain high-risk situations after a black-legged tick bite, provided treatment begins within 72 hours of removing the tick and other clinical criteria are met. Not every tick bite requires antibiotics, so if you’re unsure, it’s worth speaking with your pharmacist or healthcare provider.

While Lyme disease gets most of the attention, ticks can carry several other diseases as well.

As my experience demonstrated, Lyme disease isn’t the only thing they have in their microscopic arsenal.

The key is awareness.

Remove ticks promptly using fine-tipped tweezers.

Monitor for symptoms.

Seek medical advice if you’re concerned.

Don’t assume you’re “probably fine” just because you don’t see a rash.

Trust me.

I’ve already tested that theory.

There are plenty of tick repellents on the market, and I absolutely recommend using them when appropriate.

But they’re a bit like the safety on a shotgun.

Use them.

Just don’t trust them completely.

Ultimately, living on a homestead means accepting that nature comes with both beauty and hazards.

The birds.

The gardens.

The wildlife.

The fresh air.

And yes…

The ticks.

I still wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

I just wish it came with fewer passengers looking for a free meal.

Stay safe.

Check yourself.

Check your kids.

Check your pets.

It only takes a few minutes, and those few minutes could make all the difference.

Read more:

👉10 Types of Ticks That Transmit Diseases, Where They Live, and How to Identify Them

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I’ve launched a YouTube channel for the homestead.
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Starting this week, I have launched a page on TikTok.
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More content is forthcoming.

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Happy Father’s Day, Dad – Blog 2026-Jun-21

Picture of my Dad after he was done crushing grapes

Father’s Day was yesterday, but I was so busy that I never really took the time to stop and reflect.

My father passed away on July 10, 2014, just three days shy of his 78th birthday. Cancer eventually took him from us, but even now, more than a decade later, I find myself thinking about him more often than I would have imagined.

My dad’s story was not an ordinary one.

In 1956, at the age of seventeen, he and his best friend fled Hungary during the Soviet invasion that was intended to crush the Hungarian Revolution. They left behind everything they knew and stepped into an uncertain future with little more than determination and hope. Looking back on it now, I cannot begin to imagine the courage that must have taken.

That willingness to face uncertainty head-on stayed with him for the rest of his life.

My father was a machinist by trade, but that description never quite captured who he was. He was one of those rare people who could look at a problem and immediately start seeing possibilities. He could stare at an object that had been designed for one purpose and somehow envision three others.

He learned by watching.

If something broke, he fixed it.

If something didn’t exist, he built it.

If there wasn’t an obvious solution, he created one.

What he taught me was not simply how to use tools or work with my hands. He taught me to look beyond what something was and consider what it could become. Long before people started talking about “thinking outside the box,” that was simply how he approached life.

Looking back, I suspect he inherited that trait from his own father.

My relationship with my dad was complicated.

There were good times and difficult times.

As I’ve gotten older and learned more about myself, I’ve come to believe that he may have struggled with bipolar disorder as well. At the time, nobody talked about those things. There were no conversations about mental health around our kitchen table. There were simply good days and bad days, and sometimes we all found ourselves trying to navigate the storms that came with them.

My father could be crass, stubborn, rude, and quick-tempered. His outbursts could shake the entire house. Even now, there are moments when memories of those explosions of anger come back to me unexpectedly.

But there is another truth that exists alongside those memories.

He loved us.

Of that, I have never had any doubt.

Like most parents, he wasn’t perfect. He carried his own burdens and fought battles that I don’t think he fully understood himself. Yet through all of it, he showed his love the way many men of his generation did—through hard work, sacrifice, and teaching.

He taught me how to fix things instead of immediately replacing them.

He taught me how to build houses and structures.

He taught me how to work with my hands.

He taught me how to fish.

He taught me how to drive.

He taught me how to make wine.

He taught me that if you don’t know how to do something, you can usually figure it out if you’re willing to learn.

Those lessons have followed me throughout my entire life.

When I look around the homestead today, I see his fingerprints everywhere.

Not literally, of course.

But in every project I tackle, every repair I attempt, every solution I cobble together from materials already on hand, I can see the influence he had on me.

My father was also an avid reader. Every day, he would sit down with the newspaper and read it from the front page to the very last page. Every now and then, he would tell me about some historical event or obscure fact he had come across.

At the time, I probably wasn’t paying nearly as much attention as I should have.

Now I find myself doing exactly the same thing—reading, researching, and disappearing down rabbit holes of curiosity simply because I want to understand how something works or why something happened.

I suspect I inherited that from him too.

My father wasn’t the only curious one in the family. Somewhere along the way, I inherited that trait as well, although I suspect my version occasionally caused him more stress than he would have preferred.

One example still makes me smile.

When I was about ten years old, I became fascinated by how flush toilets worked. Like many childhood experiments, the idea seemed perfectly reasonable at the time. Unfortunately, I failed to consider one very important detail: we lived in a one-bathroom house.

Armed with curiosity and a complete lack of foresight, I proceeded to disassemble our only toilet.

To be fair, the experiment was a success. I learned exactly how it worked.

The problem was that once I had everything spread across the bathroom floor, I discovered that understanding how something comes apart and understanding how to put it back together again are two entirely different skill sets.

By the time my father came home from work, the family toilet was still in pieces.

Needless to say, he was not pleased. In fact, saying he was “not pleased” might be one of the great understatements of my childhood.

Still, after the initial shock and frustration wore off, he did what he always did. He helped solve the problem. Together, we got everything back where it belonged, and in the process I learned something that stayed with me for the rest of my life.

Curiosity is valuable, but it occasionally comes with consequences.

The funny thing is that all these years later, that lesson paid off. Today I can take a toilet apart, repair it, rebuild it, or replace it entirely if necessary. What started as a childhood disaster became another useful skill tucked away in the toolbox.

Looking back, that story feels like a perfect illustration of both my father and me. His curiosity inspired mine, and my curiosity frequently created situations that required his patience, expertise, and occasionally his temper to resolve.

He worked incredibly hard throughout his life. There were times when he held down two or even three jobs simply to make ends meet and provide for his family.

That kind of work ethic leaves an impression.

It certainly left one on me.

Whatever challenges he faced, whatever burdens he carried, he showed up and did what needed to be done. He made the best of what he had available, even when circumstances were less than ideal.

That is a lesson I find myself leaning on more and more these days.

Especially now.

The older I get, the more I realize that many of the skills I rely upon every day came directly from him.

And perhaps the strangest thing is that he still helps me.

Every once in a while, when I am standing in front of a tractor that refuses to start, trying to figure out how to build something by myself, or staring at a problem that seems determined not to cooperate, I can almost hear his voice.

Not the angry voice.

Not the frustrated voice.

The problem-solving voice.

The voice that asks questions.

The voice that points out the thing I haven’t noticed yet.

The voice that quietly walks me through the solution.

Whether that is memory, imagination, or something else entirely, I honestly don’t know.

What I do know is that it still brings me comfort.

I loved my father.

Sometimes that wasn’t easy.

Relationships rarely fit neatly into simple categories of good or bad. The people who shape us most often leave us with a mixture of gratitude, frustration, admiration, and regret.

My father certainly did.

But as the years pass, I find myself thinking less about the difficult moments and more about the lessons, the sacrifices, and the gifts he left behind.

The greatest of those gifts wasn’t a possession.

It was the ability to think, build, solve problems, and persevere.

Those gifts continue to serve me every day.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

My greatest wish is that you knew how much of what I have accomplished came from what you taught me.

I’d like to think you’d be proud of the life I’ve built, the homestead I’ve created, and the person I’ve become.

Who knows?

Maybe you are.

Rest peacefully.

You earned it.

The Next Chapter: An Involuntary Retirement – BLOG 2026-Jun-20

It’s another Friday.

Despite submitting dozens of applications for contracts, my extensive work experience consistently falls short of the current job market’s needs.

I never imagined that I would be sitting down one day and seriously contemplating what comes next after more than thirty-five years in the workforce.

The concept of retirement is one of those things that always seemed to exist somewhere off in the distance. It was a concept, not a destination. Something that happened to other people. Something I would eventually get around to thinking about when the time came.

Apparently, the time has arrived, and I am facing the prospect of accepting it.

The funny thing is that when people hear the word retirement, they often picture freedom. Sleeping in. Relaxing. Golf courses. Cruises. Long afternoons with nowhere to be and nothing that absolutely has to get done.

I have discovered that my version looks considerably different.

Perhaps the best description is that I have entered what might be called an involuntary retirement phase. Not necessarily because I wanted to stop working, but because circumstances have pushed me into a position where I need to take a hard look at what comes next and decide, very deliberately, where I want to invest the years ahead.

That sounds exciting when I write it down.

Some days it even feels exciting.

Other days it feels a little terrifying.

For more than three decades, I built a career around solving problems. Business analysis. Project management. Technical writing. Process improvement. Consulting. Government projects. Corporate projects. Technology projects. Meetings, deadlines, requirements, budgets, risks, stakeholders, deliverables and all the other things that become second nature after you’ve spent a lifetime doing them.

Now I find myself applying those same skills to a project that is much more personal.

Me.

More specifically, what comes next.

One piece of advice I keep hearing from people is that I finally have the opportunity to do what I love.

That sounds wonderful.

The challenge, of course, is figuring out how to monetize it.

Loving something and making it financially sustainable are often two very different things.

If there is one thing my years in business have taught me, it is that enthusiasm is not a business model.

So I have approached this transition the same way I would approach any major initiative. Before deciding where to go, I need to understand what resources I have available.

That means taking inventory.

Not of equipment or buildings or financial assets.

Of skills.

Over thirty-five years, I have accumulated an unusual collection of experiences. Some obvious. Some less so. Project management. Business consulting. Technical writing. Public speaking. Training. Process analysis. Technology. Artificial intelligence. Content creation. Farming. Food preservation. Freeze drying. Marketing. Problem solving. Building things. Fixing things. Figuring things out when there is no manual and nobody to call for help.

Prior to my IT career, I worked as: a semi-professional photographer, kitchen staff, restaurant management, and a bartender.

When I step back and look at that list, I realize that the challenge is not whether I have useful skills.

The challenge is deciding which combination of those skills offers the best path forward.

Like many things in life, possibilities are both a blessing and a curse.

Too few options can leave you trapped.

Too many can leave you standing still.

At the moment, the most likely path appears to be continuing to build Blue Gypsy Homestead into a sustainable business.

That feels right.

The homestead has become more than a place. It has become part of my identity. It is where I create. It is where I learn. It is where I make mistakes. It is where I find purpose when other parts of life become uncertain.

The challenge isn’t deciding whether the homestead should play a central role in the future.

The challenge is determining exactly how to make it work.

That is where reality enters the conversation.

When your cash flow is reduced to the point where traditional financing becomes difficult or impossible, expansion takes on a completely different meaning.

The old approach of throwing money at a problem is no longer available.

Every decision matters.

Every dollar matters.

Every purchase must justify itself.

Every opportunity must be evaluated carefully.

That means being creative.

It means being frugal.

It means being purposeful.

It means learning how to do more with less.

Perhaps more importantly, it means accepting that constraints are not necessarily weaknesses. Sometimes constraints force innovation. Sometimes limitations force us to focus on what truly matters instead of chasing every shiny opportunity that comes along.

There is another layer to all of this that I don’t often talk about in great detail, but it would be dishonest not to acknowledge it.

For most of my life, I have navigated the world with a brain that doesn’t always cooperate with my plans. Living with bipolar disorder and ADHD means that even on the best of days, there is a constant negotiation taking place between what I want to accomplish and what my mind decides it wants to focus on.

Some days, ideas arrive faster than I can write them down. Every possibility seems exciting. Every project feels achievable. The future appears limitless and I can almost see the finished product before I’ve even begun.

Other days, the same future can feel impossibly distant.

Tasks that should be simple become difficult. Decisions that would normally take minutes can consume hours. Motivation becomes elusive. Progress slows. Self-doubt becomes louder.

Over the years, I have learned that neither version tells the whole truth.

The challenge has never been a lack of ideas. If anything, I have spent much of my life with the opposite problem. My mind is an endless source of projects, plans, opportunities, and what-if scenarios. The difficult part has always been determining which ideas deserve my energy and which ones should remain ideas.

Now that I find myself standing at this crossroads, those challenges haven’t disappeared simply because I have entered a new phase of life.

In some ways, they have become more significant.

When you have a traditional career, there is often an external structure imposed upon you. Meetings happen at specific times. Deadlines exist. Expectations are clearly defined. Someone else determines many of the priorities.

When you are building your own future, especially with limited resources, that structure largely disappears.

The freedom sounds wonderful until you realize that freedom also comes with responsibility.

Every decision becomes your decision.

Every success and every mistake belongs to you.

For someone with ADHD, that freedom can sometimes feel like being handed a map with a thousand possible roads and being told to choose wisely.

For someone with bipolar disorder, there is an added challenge of learning to trust the process rather than the emotional weather of any particular day.

That has become one of the most important lessons I continue to learn.

Not every exciting idea deserves immediate action.

Not every difficult day means the plan is failing.

Not every setback is permanent.

Not every success is proof that I have everything figured out.

The goal is not perfection.

The goal is consistency.

Fortunately, the homestead has become one of the most effective tools I have found for maintaining that consistency.

Animals need feeding whether I feel motivated or not.

Gardens need watering whether I am inspired or not.

Fences need repairing whether I am having a good day or a bad one.

The homestead doesn’t care about my mood. It simply asks me to show up.

There is something profoundly grounding about that.

When my thoughts become noisy, there is comfort in tangible work. A rabbit doesn’t care about strategic planning. Tomatoes don’t care about business forecasts. A broken gate doesn’t care about my anxieties.

They simply need attention.

Perhaps that is one of the reasons Blue Gypsy Homestead has become so important to me. It provides purpose, structure, and a connection to something real at a time when many things feel uncertain.

I would be lying if I said there isn’t a mental and emotional component to all of this.

There is.

A big one.

When you spend decades building a career, much of your identity becomes intertwined with what you do. Whether we admit it or not, our work often becomes part of how we define ourselves.

When that changes, even unexpectedly, it can leave you feeling unsteady.

There are moments when discouragement creeps in.

Moments when the numbers don’t look the way you’d like them to.

Moments when the list of obstacles appears longer than the list of opportunities.

Moments when the path ahead seems frustratingly unclear.

Those moments are real.

Ignoring them doesn’t make them disappear.

What helps me is remembering that every meaningful thing I have ever accomplished started with uncertainty.

Every project.

Every career move.

Every business venture.

Every major life decision.

None of them arrived with guarantees attached.

They began with a decision to move forward despite not having all the answers.

Which brings me to a phrase that feels particularly appropriate right now.

Failure is not an option.

Not because I believe success is guaranteed.

Not because I think positive thinking magically solves difficult problems.

Not because I am immune to setbacks.

Quite the opposite.

Failure is not an option because quitting is not an option.

The future may require adjustments.

It may require pivots.

It may require learning new skills, abandoning old assumptions, and reinventing myself more than once.

But moving forward remains non-negotiable.

I don’t know exactly what the future will look like.

I don’t know which of my many ideas will succeed.

I don’t know how many times I will need to adjust course before I find the right path.

What I do know is that I have spent a lifetime overcoming obstacles that once seemed overwhelming.

This challenge is simply the latest chapter.

And just like every chapter before it, I intend to keep moving forward.

The next chapter is unwritten.

That uncertainty is both frightening and exciting.

For now, I will continue taking inventory, evaluating opportunities, building the homestead, and looking for ways to turn passion into something sustainable.

One careful, deliberate step at a time.

After all, that’s how most worthwhile journeys begin.

Failure is not an option—not because I expect the journey to be easy, but because I have already survived too many difficult chapters to quit writing the story now.


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The Rabbit Roundup: Bunnies Don’t Care About Your Plans – BLOG 2026-Jun-16

I came home expecting an ordinary evening.

Feed the animals. Check on the gardens. Cross a few things off the ever-growing list that lives permanently in the back of my mind. Maybe sit down for a few minutes and enjoy the quiet that settles over the farm at the end of the day.

Instead, I looked over toward the Rabbit Palace and immediately felt that sinking sensation that every homesteader eventually comes to recognize.

The door was open.

Not broken. Not forced open by a predator. Just… open.

I must not have latched it properly.

Despite the electric fence, which rabbit are immune to because of their fur, several of the rabbits had escaped.

It’s funny how quickly your mind can travel when you realize you’ve made a mistake. In the space of a few heartbeats, I had already pictured the worst-case scenarios. Predators. Lost breeding stock. Weeks and months of planning were undone because of one small oversight that probably took less than two seconds to happen.

Coming up the driveway, I saw what I thought was a wild rabbit… then I noticed movement in the yard.

Rabbits.

Everywhere.

About half of them had apparently decided that life beyond the Rabbit Palace deserved further investigation. Some were grazing contentedly as if this was the arrangement all along. Others were making a determined effort to test both my patience and my cardio endurance.

There wasn’t time to dwell on the guilt.

Thankfully, I wasn’t facing the situation alone. Snoopy stepped up as my reluctant but invaluable assistant, helping me round up as many escapees as possible. There was a lot of slow walking, gentle coaxing, strategic repositioning, and more than one muttered promise to myself that I would double-check every latch from this day forward.

As the evening wore on, we managed to recover several rabbits. Each one safely returned brought a wave of relief that lasted only until I remembered there were still others unaccounted for.

Eventually, daylight gave way to darkness, and with it came uncertainty.

I wouldn’t know until morning how many are gone for good.

I keep hoping they’re tucked away somewhere nearby, hidden beneath a structure or nestled into long grass, waiting for the world to quiet down before emerging. Rabbits are prey animals. Their instincts tell them to freeze, hide, and survive.

I hope those instincts serve them well tonight.

More than anything, I hope my breeding pair are safe.

As I stood in the yard gathering rabbits, I found myself thinking back to last season and the chickens. They had managed an escape of their own, slipping beyond the boundaries that had been carefully built to keep them safe. At first, I convinced myself they would turn up. Chickens have a way of surprising you, after all. I kept expecting to catch sight of them wandering back toward the coop at dusk, indignant and demanding their supper as though nothing had happened. But they never returned. There was no dramatic ending, no clear explanation, just the quiet realization over days and weeks that they were gone. That experience stayed with me. It taught me that hope and realism often coexist uneasily on a homestead. You hope for the best because there isn’t much else you can do, while quietly preparing yourself for the possibility that not every story will end the way you want it to. Standing there with Snoopy, counting rabbits and recounting them again, I couldn’t help but revisit that earlier loss and wonder what lesson the homestead was trying to teach me this time.

The practical side of homesteading often revolves around planning. You select breeding stock carefully. You think months ahead. You calculate feed costs, housing requirements, and future litters. There’s a rhythm to it, an underlying belief that if you prepare properly, things will unfold more or less according to plan.

And then life reminds you that planning only takes you so far.

The truth is, homesteading has a way of exposing our humanity. The mistakes we make aren’t usually dramatic. More often, they’re ordinary. A gate is not secured. A water bucket was forgotten. A task is postponed because you’re tired and promise yourself you’ll get to it tomorrow.

Most days, those moments pass without consequence.

Sometimes they don’t.

That’s the part of this life that doesn’t fit neatly into carefully curated social media posts. We see the overflowing harvest baskets, the adorable kits, and the beautiful sunsets over the pasture. Those moments are real. They’re part of the story.

But so is this.

So are the evenings spent chasing rabbits around the yard while mentally replaying the exact moment you might have failed them.

So are the sleepless nights spent hoping that a mistake hasn’t cost more than you’re prepared to lose.

I don’t know what tomorrow morning will bring.

Maybe there will be rabbits waiting impatiently outside the Rabbit Palace for breakfast as though none of this ever happened. Maybe there will be difficult realities to face. Right now, all I can do is hope for the best, learn from what happened, and carry that lesson forward. One thing was certain, I needed to purchase a new fishing net with a long handle.

Did you know that rabbits are incredibly fast; several times faster than chickens…?

One thing that has worked in my favour through all of this has been having live trap cages tucked away among the assortment of tools and supplies that seem to accumulate on a homestead. They were originally purchased with entirely different intentions in mind, but as is so often the case out here, you learn to appreciate the value of having practical solutions close at hand. Armed with a selection of irresistible rabbit delicacies, I set the traps and hoped curiosity and an empty stomach would succeed where frantic chasing had failed.

To my immense relief, they did. One by one, the escape artists found their way back into custody, no doubt questioning why the forbidden treats had suddenly become so easy to acquire. As of now, all but one rabbit has been recovered. There’s still one holdout somewhere on the property, and while I can’t help but admire its determination and apparent commitment to independence, I’m holding onto the hope that a little patience—and perhaps the promise of another favourite snack—will eventually bring this final wanderer home. After all, if homesteading teaches anything, it’s that ingenuity often matters just as much as hard work, and sometimes the gentlest solutions turn out to be the most effective.

Homesteading has taught me many things over the years, but perhaps one of the hardest is this: responsibility doesn’t mean perfection.

It means showing up.

It means acknowledging when you’ve fallen short.

It means doing everything you can to make things right.

Tonight, that means one final walk around the property before bed, listening for movement in the underbrush and whispering quiet promises into the darkness that tomorrow will be better.

And from this day forward, check the rabbit door twice.

Because this is homesteading.

Not the polished version.

The real version.

Warts and all.


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One person’s trash is another person’s building… – BLOG 2026/04/14

You know you’re deep into homestead mode when you start looking at pallets and seeing… a building. 😄

Lately, I’ve been collecting pallets with a plan in mind—turning them into another farm structure, most likely a garage. It’s still in the early stages, but the vision is coming together.

The idea is pretty straightforward: use the pallets, combined with 2x4s, to create the frame of the building, then cover it with plywood to bring it all together. Simple materials, a bit of creativity, and a whole lot of elbow grease.

There’s something really satisfying about taking what others might see as scrap and turning it into something functional and lasting. It’s not just about saving money (although that helps)—it’s about building in a way that’s resourceful and a little bit unconventional.

I’ll be sharing updates as this project comes together. If you’ve built anything using pallets, I’d love to hear your tips or lessons learned!

Follow along as I transform reclaimed pallets into a functional farm garage using simple materials like 2x4s and plywood. A sustainable, budget-friendly homestead building project focused on creativity and resourcefulness.

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