Moved into a half complete description of what could be termed" my house" this month and at 28?, eh I don't know.
My race to get self sufficiency before the New world kick-starts have been thrown hurdles of inflation it is a retching gasp at the finish line, but the line is never really finished we just decide to rest at the ribbon snap. So its off to new chores and new regimen. With a quarter plot to farm and tinker some of my lessons on permaculture farming. It's life turn to teach me a lesson in Incremental Patience and. Vaisvana.
I am completely enmeshed in the process, and Sepp Holzers might sneer at my plans but it's going to be something. Focusing on trees and bag farming. part of the plan would be farming 52 bags for yams for each week of the year, but it's already late the year has already started and 2025 is going to be the year of hunger.
I intend to take my time, I don't mind scouring the farmer's market picking different species and culturing the seeds myself. We are ready set for gardening, sutras reading and comparing, writing, going for a daily swim at thee local river, seeing movies and animes and a whole lot of quiet music listening.
Every plan is still in place, but it's a little starting again from the scratch, hard but truthful that way. 52 or 104, go on! Nah I don't know.
The candle's flame cast a wobbly shadow on its stand and I dont know what Thoreau would think of my laziness.
Regimen means a very tough year have met me reading the Gongyo and Gita every morning, sutras at night, Nigeria's Nichiren. So I might rear chicken just to have something for family during festivities, adulthood puts cynosure on one's hands.
Life's flugelhorn blowing through the valley, seeing imaginary light on the horizon a regimen have piled up, sacrifices have buoyed and on y Va
My race to get self sufficiency before the New world kick-starts have been thrown hurdles of inflation it is a retching gasp at the finish line, but the line is never really finished we just decide to rest at the ribbon snap. So its off to new chores and new regimen. With a quarter plot to farm and tinker some of my lessons on permaculture farming. It's life turn to teach me a lesson in Incremental Patience and. Vaisvana.
I am completely enmeshed in the process, and Sepp Holzers might sneer at my plans but it's going to be something. Focusing on trees and bag farming. part of the plan would be farming 52 bags for yams for each week of the year, but it's already late the year has already started and 2025 is going to be the year of hunger.
I intend to take my time, I don't mind scouring the farmer's market picking different species and culturing the seeds myself. We are ready set for gardening, sutras reading and comparing, writing, going for a daily swim at thee local river, seeing movies and animes and a whole lot of quiet music listening.
Every plan is still in place, but it's a little starting again from the scratch, hard but truthful that way. 52 or 104, go on! Nah I don't know.
The candle's flame cast a wobbly shadow on its stand and I dont know what Thoreau would think of my laziness.
Regimen means a very tough year have met me reading the Gongyo and Gita every morning, sutras at night, Nigeria's Nichiren. So I might rear chicken just to have something for family during festivities, adulthood puts cynosure on one's hands.
Life's flugelhorn blowing through the valley, seeing imaginary light on the horizon a regimen have piled up, sacrifices have buoyed and on y Va
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