Small wonders, new cards and Bimblebox Wonderland is back!

In case you need to be reminded of the many small wonders in the world, I’ll start with today’s nature journal entry:

It was very special to hold a tiny live bird in my hands this morning, and wonder how something so small and delicate can survive, and thrive. White-browed scrubwrens are sedentary birds, and have been known to live for 16 years in the wild. I wonder how old this little chap was?

In other exciting news, I now have 5 new cards in the Wild.Life greeting card range:

Wild.Life greeting cards are $4.60 each. Each card is printed in Australia on recycled paper and comes with a recycled paper envelope. See my online shop for more details and to order.

Please contact me for wholesale orders.

I’m also thrilled to announce that my Bimblebox Wonderland colouring book is back in stock. In a way, this book is where my new career of combining art, science and writing first started, back in 2015. I’ll be writing more about that at a later date, and also telling the Bimblebox Nature Refuge story again, because this wonderful place needs your help more than ever.

Bimblebox Wonderland is now available for $15.99 from my online store.

4 Responses

  1. Peter Steele
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    Thanks Paula, your journal posts are great. I have never used an adult colouring book, I just ordered your Bimblebox Wonderland, looking forward to receiving it.

    • Paula Peeters
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      Hi Peter thanks for your kind words about my posts. I hope you enjoy the colouring book 🙂 Cheers
      Paula

  2. Birder's Journey
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    This reminded me of my father. In 1960 we moved into a new house – our large backyard was literally a sandlot. Somehow, my father knew which trees to plant….. Decades later, as my children grew up, they ran and played in my parents’ lush backyard filled with huge leafy deciduous trees.

    • Paula Peeters
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      Lovely! You just reminded me of my childhood home in the new suburbs of Melbourne, in the 1970’s. A forest of trees that my parents had planted, and many happy hours spent climbing them, or in their shade.