Balance as a Feral Housewife

Is there such a thing I wonder?

Our lives revolve around our children, our Nursery and our property.

Doesn't leave a lot for ourselves somedays.

We manage, scraping time with those we love where we can, sending meme bombs to those we can't, getting the groceries at 7:30 - 8 am on a Saturday to get just one darn sleep in per week.

I love to relax by gardening, in the orchards, in the vegetable plot and around the masses of trees we have here.

I preserve fruit and vegetables, make my own stocks, make soups, breads, bake every week.

I also make my own face scrubs, moisturisers, soaps, laundry powders and other items.

I read in the bath, who has time otherwise?

I tend to listen to other homesteaders and glean ideas from other perspectives.

I dream up our way forward, stumbling sometimes off the path and meandering my way back to where I was headed.

I make up silly Haikus daily, just to keep myself thinking, todays was about the wind and cold, which I dreamed up as the Magnolia blooms rained down upon my upturned face:

I just wish Winter

Would leave as drastically

As the blossoms do.

Anyway, I have been squeezing in some rendering of beef tallow for future balms, soaps and cooking pleasures.

Here's a look at what I have been doing:

From fat to rendered tallow, little bit smelly, lot of cleaning however, you end up with a lovely product no money could buy to either cook potatoes, beef, eggs in or to turn into something altogether lovely.

I do both.

Until next time Ka kite ano.