I’m writing a novel. I’ve been working on the outline and premise for well over a year, but work and life and relocating to the other side of the continent have all been barriers to my efforts of actually writing. Work is steady, life is what it is, but the relocation is done, and the muse that used to drive me to write twenty thousand words in a weekend (in my fanfiction-writing heyday) is back from her vacation in the South Pacific and is, once again, encouraging me to write actual fictional words about actual fictional characters. Finally.
Author: Rachel
Herbal infusions – Nettle tea
Now that I once again rise with the sun (as opposed to life back in Indiana, when I went to bed as the sun was coming up), I’m reconnecting with my herbal studies. Honestly, I’m completely immersing myself in it, especially with what may be going on with my health. I got a new order in from Mountain Rose Herbs and now I can try again with my Nettle infusion.
Susun Weed, who I’m doing my correspondence course through, drinks a Nettle infusion daily. Now, if you don’t know about Stinging Nettle (Urtica dioica), let me give you a quick rundown.
That blasted stinging nettle!
Not-wordless Wednesday – White River along Chinook Pass Scenic Byway
The thing I love most about living in a new area is that we get to be explorers. Especially here in Washington, where hundreds of miles of untapped wilderness is just a very short drive.
My schedule is different this week because I’m working the “late” shift (12p-9p), but I’m working from home, so my mornings are free. We decided to explore and we ended up down on the Chinook Pass Scenic Byway. Continue reading
Emotional roller coasters and blood test results
I’m not in the greatest head space while I write this, but I’m going to write it anyway.
Simply delicious breakfasts: Baked Oatmeal
This is one of my favorite recipes. Simple, delicious, and soooo good cold mornings! I’ve modified it from the original one I found to make it tastier and to serve a smaller family.
Farmgirls, church ladies, and Sunday mornings
Early Sunday mornings, well before the sun peeks over the Cascades range, I love to climb from beneath the warmth of my quilts, close the cracked window letting in all that chilly Pacific Northwest air, and head downstairs. Continue reading
And the giveaway winner is…
A white woman’s worry for her black husband
My husband wants me to get my conceal-carry permit so that we can leave a pistol in the car at all times. He’s all about it, even printing out the application and handing it to me this morning. We live in a major metropolitan area, but at the edge of some pretty wild, mountainous country so his concerns make sense. I understand the need and yet I hesitate. I’m very worried about him driving alone in our nice, new car while in possession of a loaded pistol. Why? Because he’s a black man.
Life on Wild Hare Farm 