Cookie's Bliss Thanks Giving


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 the gull flying by with something big in its beak. I wonder if I will see a deer or a coyote in the long amber grass. The breaking waves remind me of a herd of galloping horses. Surging, jumping in arcs, landing with spray flying and somehow never reaching me.

Bob and I fly home tonight to begin moving into our own space at Oilseed. It will be fun to unpack our books, art and travel memories and place them around our new home. We will enjoy setting up areas for Tempeh and beer production, writing, relaxing and sharing meals with our friends.

I’m looking forward to starting work at Quiet Meadow Farms this weekend. The smell of horses, hay and grain; the sound of them grinding breakfast between their molars, watching their misty breath puff into the sky, feeling the warmth under their winter coats with my hands.

I’m also thinking about all the wonderful people in our lives – our family and friends, new and old, near and far; all of them so generous with their hearts, homes, time, food and ideas. But most of all, I’m thinking how lucky I am to have found a true and enduring love to share all of these wonderful things with.

By Camille Armantrout

Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.

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