Huckleberry Homestead & Huckleberry Tent and Breakfast Lodging near Sandpoint Idaho

One thing I love about Homesteading is that nothing stays the same — growing/decomposing, summer/winter, storing/consuming.

You come to value the moment — savor the possibilities of this day. Even though the returning seasons may rhyme, they are never exactly the same.

Some summers are wet and cool and I wonder if I’m ever going to taste a garden-ripen tomato. Yet, it may end up being a phenomenal year for fresh peas.

After a few months of weeding, I don’t want to even look at the garden. But before I know it, the first fall frost has come and we move on to hunting and butchering.

Soon you forget the number of the year — 2000, 2006, 2012 — and you use memories to name them. Remember the year we built the house. Remember the year the strawberries were so sweet they seemed to taste like berry concentrate. Remember the year our dog, Serus, died of old age after a long and productive life?

Last night, my son saw his first hummingbird moth this year. He took a picture to capture the moment knowing that even though he will see one again, it will probably not be on Mom’s petunias in the moonlight