Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
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 […]
There was an odd look on Greg’s face when he and Bob returned from the chicken house. “We took care of some business,” Bob said to the group sitting around the fire pit. Bob and Greg had been talking about Biodiesel as they strode off under the full moon to check for eggs, so I […]
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 […]
Here’s what kind of fun we were up to this weekend: watching Frankie Abralind making Biodiesel Shooters at the Atomic Ranch House in Olympia Washington. Who but a Mad Genius, indeed!
Less than a week after we drove into Pittsboro with a U-Haul full of furniture, we found ourselves officially “On Project.” We’ve joined the Westward Expansion. Our task is to help clear a fenced-in area of weeds so that some sort of crop can be grown there, unmolested by the deer and other crop loving […]