Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Last night I dreamed that Obama came to our neck of the woods. He was seated at a row of tables with a lot of other notables in a large room. Across the room was another row of tables behind which people from around were seated. I was walking around the room, chit chatting away, […]
Rob Jones dropped by this evening and answered a question we’ve been wrestling with for months. He was in town for Catherine’s birthday, planned to sleep out in the field beyond our houses and stopped by Camelina to visit. For some time now, Bob has been searching for the right words to bring the concept […]
This was one of those days that stretched way out ahead of me like an endless sheet of clean paper. I sat at my desk and tidied all of those little loose ends that come to haunt me in the dead of night. I made lists. I tried to find things. I cleaned house. When […]
“Is this for real?” I wondered when I first saw the contract for the bus tour. The contractor was Das Frachtgut which seemed like an odd name for a tour company but what really caught my eye was the vomit clause. We owed them $500 for the two hour bus tour but it would cost […]
I never actually expect winter to happen. After living in the tropics for eight years, I kind of got out of the habit. I’ve heard people say that we don’t really have winter in the south, but that’s not my reality. I know that North Carolina is considered part of “The South” but it feels […]