Before I ramble in typical fashion, I have to say thank you to everyone who has shared about my latest book...
How can I really say thank you? I mean, word of mouth is the BEST way to get a book out there, I think, so if you've shared with anyone...thank you. thank you. thank you. I was really overwhelmed yesterday by the support you guys have shown me, and I really do hope you like returning to Sweethaven...
And don't forget, there is a great prize on the line:
Scroll down one post to enter.
I also realized I haven't said a peep about my upcoming book signings. You can see them on the Events page of my website HERE. They're August 11th and 18th both in Rockford, Illinois and I'm working on another something in Dixon as well. Because I'll always be a Dixon girl at heart.
Speaking of Dixon...
A few weeks ago when we were staying with my mom and dad, my mom and I were sitting on the back porch chatting and getting a much needed break from the air conditioning.
It was probably the hottest week of the summer the week we moved, but you can only sit in AC for so many hours a day. Their porch juts out into a sea of trees and their yard extends back and then down a hill, butting up to a corn field.
Yesterday I asked where you go for peace.
This is where I go.
For me, Illinois, and more specifically, my parents' house, is a place of peace. Inside, outside, upside down...when I'm there...I can relax.
That night, at dusk, we were chatting and I was facing the back yard when I saw something in the trees. Not like a chupacabra or something that would show up on Ghost Hunters...a real, live something...and it was indescribable.
I literally gasped. My mom turned around and I said "I think I just saw an owl."
I've never seen an owl. And the wing span on this bird was unbelievable.
We stood there for a few minutes until we spotted him...perched proudly up on the branches, head turned ever so slightly as if he wanted us to admire him.
Somehow I felt like a little kid watching him. He was bold, yet elusive, and it was almost like he knew it. He knew how beautiful he was. How rare.
I admit, I am jealous that my dad is the one who took these photos...but I am the one who discovered this bird back there, living in their trees...and tonight, I hope to see him again. And this time, I'll have my zoom lens.
We're heading down to my parents' house because my sister and her houligans are here from Georgia. This means I have happy campers...
They've been counting the days. And after a ridiculous drive of unmarked road closings and bridges out, we finally got to see them last night...
It was a good reunion.
Lots of happy.
And realizing that the older girls aren't going to cooperate for photos for very much longer...
And rolling down the hill in spite of the dead grass.
What can we say, Illinois? You need water.
Enjoy the last bits of summer...they are yours for the taking. Perhaps a good book and a chair in the shade would do your soul good? I happen to know of a new one...
Too much? :)