From Yokna Bottoms Farm, it was an 11 hour drive to our next host farm – Habitable Spaces, a “sustainable farm & artists residency,” growing in spaces carved from the scrubby oaks, mesquite, and cacti of Texas, out beyond the outskirts of both San Antonio and Austin.
We arrived in the darkness of the new moon, in the first hours of the longest night of the year – winter solstice, time for openings and new things – and immediately ran aground and became happily stuck (Huey Lewis style) upon a rooted tree stump. How metaphorical! I liked it.
Although I wouldn’t completely feel good about it until I was sure the transmission hadn’t been damaged or something …
We cut the stump down the next day and drove to a more convenient dock.
Our dogs got along great with their three girls (Mina, the giant; Lola, the sweet; and Lily, the wild). Our cabin – “El Casa De Escorpio” – was awesome, and surprisingly similar to the Rust Shack back home in layout. It, too, was a pallet shack with a loft – but slightly bigger and significantly more finished than ours, with insulation, wallpaper, a heater, and meticulously and artfully applied interior wall paneling. And a bottle window!
They had a good junkpile/supply, the native rock poking up everywhere was a sexy glassy flint, and animals and evidence of active construction projects were everywhere.
– needless to say, we immediately felt at home, and were excited to wake up to the reborn sunshine of the first lengthening day of the year.
While helping out with projects, we met the ducks and chickens, the cats and kittens, the friends and family, the pig and the place.
We ate great food and closed down the the only bar in town and got to know good people, human and otherwise.
It was a damn fine week.
And today Habitable Spaces got the letter announcing that they are now legally a Non Profit organization, with all the benefits entailed!