287 days later...

So, nine months later, a new winter is dancing upon us. The winds are cold, the sun pale, and the sky glows pink but the snow is no where in sight. The lazy princess is still lazy as ever, the handsome prince is now a butler/carpenter/cowman, the king is over-worked, the cows are multiplying and the queen has decided to move on and settle in a city. (She will be missed).

The caravans are multiplying. What started of as an experiment now has turned into a lavish house. My partner and I are living in two caravans with a cosy (but under construction) kitchen, a bedroom, a living, storage and a study/library. There is still a dream for chickens, a self-sustaining food cycle, and motherhood. All of those will be realized... all in their due time.

Here is how the farm looks like now...

Our village Philantropia (photo: Olle Stevenholt)

The caravan with blue windows is a new addition. A woman and her new born baby (expected around new year) will be living there. Our very first village baby brings a new perspective on life. However, it's not just the caravans but also the big house where the king abides that will soon have more occupants. We are looking forward to hosting five new free-spirits in our village caravans and houses.

King Olle's palace 

After last March, the Styrofoam refrigerators gave away to electronic ones this summer but they will be back this winter. So will the butter cups and frozen pipes. I have a fancier (regular) sink now so the freezing problems will be much more icier than the last year. New solutions will have to be thought of... new plans to keep us busy living simply in the dark winters.