Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Another long day in a string of long days. It’s Saturday. I pour myself a second glass of white wine, head to the back of the trailer (ahem, Camelina) and pick up a piece of dark chocolate from the back bedroom. I put the glass on the bathroom sink, place the chocolate on my tongue […]
We’ve got a tiny farmer in the house. For about a month Bob and I have been noticing little piles of sunflower seeds in unusual places. At first we thought Bob had spilled a few seeds on his way outside to the bird feeders. The first pile that came to our attention was located atop […]
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 […]