Ocean
by Nina Camic
Sunday, July 22, 2012
farm
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I suppose some could say that my constant reference to the farm (or 'farmette,' because it’s a small amount of land) is m...
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Saturday, July 21, 2012
growing things
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With adult children, sometimes days and weeks pass and I can't really tell you where they are and what they're doing. Othe...
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Friday, July 20, 2012
the quiet day
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We’ve been shaking beetles from the wild roses that grow so abundantly here at the farmette (well, they grow abundantly when there ...
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
...with you tonight
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(Morning. Writing on the porch.) Yesterday I was taking out groceries at the checkout counter in Whole Foods. I lined...
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
thunderous change
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As a kid, I wasn’t as fastidious and ‘tidy’ as I tend to be right now. But every once in a while, any disorder would get to...
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Tuesday, July 17, 2012
the same but different
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1. custom No, we do not max out at 100 degrees today, not that. It is, instead, 105 when we set out to bike to Paul’s ca...
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Monday, July 16, 2012
100
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Yeah, I like round numbers. Consider these: 100 days ago, the temperature outside, on the front porch, was 50. 100 hours fr...
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
we few...
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96 today, 99 tomorrow and the next day. A weather pattern that’s stuck. I can’t look the truck farmers in the eye. Each day, I fee...
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Saturday, July 14, 2012
guilt
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Warm again. I don’t even look outside to check on the day. Hot and dry. It’s the way it is each day. For us, it isn’t terrible...
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