I spent much of September watching the hummingbirds fight over sugar water. What a waste of energy, I thought.
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Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
I spent much of September watching the hummingbirds fight over sugar water. What a waste of energy, I thought.
The American Dream is alive and well just around the corner, a short walk from Trouts Farm.
“Chicken TV is keeping me sane,” she says, as we soak in that timeless world, mesmerized by their languid pecking and the occasional drop of a leaf.
Fun with Dick and Jane followed: a secular version of worldly wisdom with pages splashed in pictures of apple-cheeked children under blue skies. I devoured my lessons, turning them over in my mind before I fell asleep at night, wondering which ones held the key to family harmony.
“Here comes Nick,” I’d say, watching him work his way across the lawn in a slow, rolling gait.