A SUGAR BIRDS GIVEAWAY!
For years now, I’ve posted photos, reviews, and thoughts here at Watching Nature, Seeing Life. Thousands of you have made it a habit to stop by.
Some of you land here when WordPress lets you know that my latest post has gone live. Others of you visit by clicking on social media links, or by going directly to my website at CherylBostrom.com.
But to those of you who subscribe by email, every week I send this blog along with a short personal letter—JUST to you email subscribers. In each mailing I include giveaway offers, (funny?) musings about my writing and personal life, and an updated word count for my WIP (Work In Progress . . . a Sugar Birds sequel). Those letters don’t appear anywhere online.
If you’d like to receive the whole kaboodle—letter and blog—AND enter the drawing for a paper copy of my novel SUGAR BIRDS, here’s how you can throw your name in the hat:
Drop me a note at Cheryl@CherylBostrom.com with LETTER and your name in the body.
If you change your mind, unsubscribe anytime! I’ll be delighted that you visited for awhile—and you’ll still be entered in the Sugar Birds drawing.
If you already subscribe by email, you’re already entered.
I’ll be giving away signed copies for the next few weeks.
“God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.”
The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.
Trillium, Wild bleeding hearts. An ancient western red cedar in her mossy coat.
Pin oak leaves, emerging. Growing toward heaven.
Like you. Like me.
And for all of you new to this site, some TB pics—THROWBACKS—from three years ago:
I was studying the roadside gravel when he offered to show me his nest. “It’s up here a ways,” he said. “The Mrs. will be along shortly. Her trick shoulder can slow her down.”
“Anything serious?” I asked, as the bird led me up the hill. Before he distracted me, I had been watching his mate drag her wing in the dirt.
“Comes and goes.”
I followed him for fifty yards before he spoke again. “I’ll check on her. Wait here.”
🎶 Morning has broken
Like the first morning;
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird;
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word.
(Eleanor Farjeon, 1931)
Two of us found these beauties along the creek yesterday: me and the fuzzy guy with the pollen basket on his tibia. (Can you find him?)
“Consider how the wild flowers grow. . . . not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these
Thanks for stopping by, friends! So glad you’re here!
Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks.
I got a heads up about this last week, but received the official announcement today. Stunned and so, so grateful that
SUGAR BIRDS won GOLD in the 2022 IPPYS for FICTION – FIRST BOOK.
Soli Deo gloria, every minute, every hour, every day.
Conducted annually, the Independent Publisher Book Awards honor the year’s best independently published titles from around the world.