By Camille, on December 29th, 2008
Life can be short and unpredictable, yet I have so far escaped serious trauma. My husband, parents and brothers are all still alive and well.
Two weeks ago, our good friend Lyle suddenly lost his brother to cancer. Karen, my riding buddy, lost her mother last month and Nancy, another friend lost her husband last year. [...]
By Camille, on July 2nd, 2008
I can’t explain what fascinates me about hay bales in a freshly mown field, but every time I come across this bucolic scene, I have to stop and drink it in. Bob suspects it’s the connection between hay and horses that captivates me. Naturally, I was delighted when a crew moved in to mow and [...]
By Camille, on June 9th, 2008
My intention was to go back to sleep after I said goodbye to Bob and Greg shortly after 6:00 this morning. They were headed out for a day of waste vegetable oil collection which would involve endless hours of standing on hot asphalt with a hose, sucking warm oil into the pumper truck.
The high was [...]
By Camille, on November 22nd, 2007
I’m watching the Pacific surf roll onto the beach from the west windows of Scott and Rowena’s home at dawn. I have the whole day ahead of me and it promises to be another good one, full of laughter, food, stories and hikes along the beach.
The sea foam is tinted pink as is [...]
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