About a year and a half ago, my husband and I bought 40 spectacular acres in northern Minnesota. It has everything you’d ever want – thick forests of pine, birch (chaga!), oak, maple (syrup!), and more. A huge field of wildflowers (Monarch butterflies!), a little running river (fish!), wild berries (raspberries, and blueberries, and chokecherries oh my!) and even a swamp to round it out so we truly have everything.
Those that we share our land with are just as wonderful as the land itself. Our Barred Owls love to chat with each other, the Sand Hill Cranes always have lots to say, the chilling and thrilling howls of the coyotes are lovely to listen to (in the distance) and I’ve started making peace with Mr. Bear again (I’ll tell you about our relationship some other time). Those are just a few of our great neighbors.
The first year was spent cleaning up what the previous owners left behind – 150+ tires, several random car doors, hundreds of empty Old Log Cabin whiskey bottles, three old fashioned washing machines, and much more, all strewn throughout the entire 40 acres. The cleanup was a process to say the least.
This year, I’ve finally been able to devote myself to the land itself and all it has to offer. This June, I started taking Friday afternoons off work so I could head up north early and start picking berries. I intended only on gathering the abundant wild raspberries and wild blueberries for jams, jellies, pies, crisps, and so forth. But as the season has crept along, I’ve found myself wandering further afield and discovering far more than I’d anticipated. I’m also learning an amazing amount about nature, the wild, and myself in this journey.
I’m so excited to continue building our homestead with my husband, and the life we want to go along with it. I’ll tell you that story about Mr. Bear sometime soon!