We have a plan. We have our seeds. We're repairing tool handles, sharpening shovels, and straightening old rusty rakes. We're building a hot-frame to give our slow poke vegetables a head start. We're striking deals with local farmers for free horse manure. We're getting to know our neighbors. We're trying to get grocery stores to give us their old produce for composting. We're bartering labor with friends, building up favor credits, exchanging winter head work for summer hands work. Life has changed.
Now all we need is the snow to melt.
Every morning the sun comes up a bit earlier and sinks a bit lower in the evening. The days are slowly starting to lengthen out, with little fits of spring and a random warm day here and there. We can't wait to see what happens when our hopeful plan-on-paper meets the sore-back stony stare of reality.
Changing the way you live -- the routine of how you spend the hours of your day -- is a pretty difficult thing to do. The vision of the way we wanted to change our lives that we brought back from Argentina won't seem real until the first shovel goes into the ground.
In the meantime, there's time to read, think, prepare, cook, sit by the fire and hold onto the faith that anybody can change their life radically in mid-course.