It appears you can make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear if you try hard enough. One starts by changing the name.

In the case of “The Trailer,” it took about twenty hours of Bob’s hard work before I would even consider living there. He wiped down the walls, shampooed the carpets, killed the mice and replaced the refrigerator and stove before I was won over. At that point, we renamed it “Camelina” after the oilseed plant.

I had been talking with Jessi, Ian and Greg about renaming our new home and we bandied about a few names, the most amusing of which was Ian’s “The Tackle Box.”

When I told Bob about this conversation he immediately suggested Camelina and I took to it right away. After all, we are living in a community which calls itself Oilseed. I also like the name because it sounds like Camille and Camelot.

With that, we moved our stuff in, including our houseplants and started putting pictures on the walls. With a little bit of effort, we managed to haul off the residual piles of trash. Bob installed under the counter lighting in the kitchen. Then we started cooking, made a compost pile and put up a couple of bird feeders.

Camelina really feels like our home now. A home we can be proud of. So much so that we’ve invited houseguests and are hosting the first phase of a triple house oilseed party this weekend.

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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