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Mushroom Takeover
While I anxiously await some color and more growth in the garden this spring, the mushrooms have been appearing en masse! Big white ones, tiny white ones, clusters of white ones on a mostly barren landscape. If feels like Star Wars out there. I wish I was a mushroom expert, but I’m not. I still think they’re cool and funky. I do know they’re a sign of healthy soil, and when they break down, they will add even more organic matter to my raised beds so that’s great. I have broccoli growing in two raised beds. One also has mushrooms growing in it and that broccoli looks like it’s on…
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Blogging Again
For some reason I’ve been thinking about getting back to blogging. There’s something about spring and gardening and all the colors in my yard. Even the deep brown hue of compost next to the bare wood of my raised beds excites me. The promise of what’s to come. Every year around this time the warmth, the sunshine, and the scents in the air wake me up from the cold, damp darkness of these Pacific Northwest winters. I’ve written before about how gardening has things in common with writing and with raising kids. But what’s different about gardening, unique in a way that speaks to me, is that there are instant…
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Sara Ohlin’s Writing Website
Lots of fun stuff going on in my writing life! Like a brand spanking new gorgeous website Sara Ohlin. A new book, another one on the way. Not sure why it seems to happen at the same time my family is moving across the country and the kids are starting new schools…hmmm, maybe we should quit moving! We are back on gorgeous Whidbey Island and we are so, so happy. My first book comes out October 15th. Whoooo Hoooo!!! Handling the Rancher, published by Totally Bound is now available now for pre-order on Amazon, Kobo, B&N, and the Totally Bound Website. I hope to have more info soon about paper…
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Thai Rice Soup (Khao Tom)
This dreamy Thai Rice Soup is the perfect dish to warm you up.
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One Day in Paris
What would you do if you only had one day in Paris? When I knew my husband and I were going to be in France for a week in late March and that we would only have one day in Paris, I started researching and dreaming. I had been to Paris twice before, once as a seventeen-year-old high school student on a class trip, and again in my early twenties with a heavy backpack on my back, and only a few hours before I caught a train to Le Havre to take the ferry to Ireland. Both trips were quick and furious, and mostly what I remembered was one crowded,…
