I'm 67 and just had the revelation that maybe I have been living a cloaked life--middle class, suburban, raising my kids in the land of lofty material expectations and upwardly-mobile goals (New Jersey), college educated, city-oriented.
But do you know what I feel my greatest accomplishment is this year? Knowing how to build a great fire in the wood-burning stove. Being the architect of the flame, harvesting kindling in my yard and surrounding yards, feeling the wood for its lightness and choosing it for its dryness. Respecting the wood that gives us heat. Feeling the early morning chill and turning that into a warm glow.
DH and I have determined that we are earning our winter-lake-street-cred and that we are probably going to sit through the winter here next year. Yeah, it's windy. Big deal. Yeah, it's 10 degrees colder than even Burlington, VT. Big deal. We have our "wee hoose" that's cozy and comfortable--even in the winter.
Are there any "pioneer skills" you take particular pride or enjoyment in?