My friend LeAna dubbed this little jump of mine “The Robin” and I loved it when she’d send pictures of herself (or her son) duplicating the move while living in Europe.   Come to think of it, living abroad must bring that out; I only do TheRobin when I’m especially happy, which is what I was when we visited Paris and Heidelberg.

I’m also that kind of happy when we get a rare, Southern snow–

Snow Happy - Jumping in Snow

Back in the blogging dark ages, I had this fun circle of friends, some of whom aren’t blogging anymore (Susan), some who blog when they good and daggum well feel like it (Karmyn, Pamela and Kathy), one profane, sweet, curmudgeonly Australian (Peter), one who actually visited me

and Ree.  She blazed blogging trails like there was no tomorrow.  Then, again, she is a Pioneer Woman and that’s what they do.  Blaze trails.

Back then, PW hosted “Give That Photo a Name” contests, but eventually they grew so big, she had to move on.  Or maybe it was because she was having more fun cooking on television or writing lots of books or homeschooling or renovating a building in their hometown.  It’s hard to say which, exactly, but this we know:  girlfriend is busy.

I entered every GTPaN I saw but the closest I ever got to winning was an honorable mention–how could anyone compete with a sarcophagus?  I didn’t even know what that was until the contest.


My son captured the image above when we ventured outside to play in the snow, a rarity in these parts.  My husband doesn’t quite understand me, why I have such fizzy affection for snow, but I do…I’m the one who’s waking up every 15 minutes ALL NIGHT LONG to see if it’s here yet, the one who’s blue for days when the forecast is nothing but an empty tease.

On the surface, seemingly unrelated, I know my friend Tsh has a new book coming out next week:  Notes from a Blue Bike: The Art of Living Intentionally in a Chaotic World.  Except I don’t think my delight in snow – SO MUCH SO, THAT I’M LITERALLY JUMPING FOR JOY – is that far removed from “the art of living intentionally in a chaotic world”.  Why, in Robin World (the term affectionately assigned by my husband to the space inside my head) IT’S EXACTLY THE SAME THING.

I haven’t read Notes From a Blue Bike yet but every indication is it’s going to speak straight to who I am in some respects, and who I’d like to be in others.  It’s about slowing down, becoming better intentioned, not allowing our lives to be the boss of us.  Watch her trailer and you’ll see a glimpse of what I mean.

AND…in addition to sending a book to me, Tsh’s publisher, Thomas Nelson, is allowing me to give away a few books.  In the spirit of blogging days gone by, I decided my picture needs a FUN caption or comment.  I’ll reward three books to those who enter by way of in instagramFacebook or comments to this post.   

I’m convinced we need the message of Notes From a Blue Book, and if you’d like to win a copy, PLEASE leave a fun caption (or six) anywhere you please.  If you aren’t already subscribed to my blog, now is the perfect time to do so; and if you haven’t already, follow me on Instagram and Facebook.

I’ll choose my favorite captions and post the winners’ names here on next Wednesday; feel free to enter as often as a creative whim hits you.  FYI, I’m partial to poetry; even a simple haiku might land you a book if it strikes my fancy.

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