Years ago I had a little dream that maybe we'd build an urban homestead. SouleMama in the city type deal (sans chickens and pigs). For a time FIMBY took a bit of that flavor.
I had a category called urban homestead (or something like that) which morphed into creative homestead as I realized urban homesteading wasn't the direction we were going.
This week at Outsideways I'm talking about letting go of one dream to follow another. Click through to read the rest.
(The photos you see here are my container tomatoes, which did not do too well this summer.)