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’s another cold morning, and Garth and I are walking across the frozen lawn to Edible Earthscapes, the farm next door. The birds seem impervious to the temperature. Garth carries a baggie of home made peanut brittle. I’ve come along to see the look on Haruka’s face when he hands her the sweet treat. Jason […]
It’s so hard to be good. One day I get a perfect score with my To Do list while getting a poor grade on my Personal Well Being list, the next day I balance the two to perfection but score poorly on my Self Reliance list by burning too many BTUs of fossil fuel. Some […]
Another day. A day a lot like yesterday. Cold and still, until I notice the busy birds flitting around the yard. Not as gray as yesterday. Not as windy. They sky is bluer, too. It’s Christmas Eve. Or Holiday Eve, if you will. Bob and I have a little preparing to do for the big […]
After I finished writing ” Reining in my Brain – Part I ” I walked next door and asked Haruka if she was experiencing a lack of concentration, a feeling of being out of control or an inability to experience a sense of closure at the end of the day. Her answer was “No.” Her […]
On the one hand I want to say, “I’m too old for this shit!” and on the other, I have to say, “Well, at least I’m not an insecure teenager to boot!” Yep, it’s another pimple in a long line of pimples stretching back oh, about 5 years. Back to the end of the monthly […]