March was actually the first month on the ancient Roman calendar because it ushered in the Mediterranean spring. As it does in our corner of the world, too. So a Happy New Year of sorts to you on this first day of March. Only three weeks of winter remain, with all kinds of miracles going on beneath the muddy ground. Nothing happens and nothing happens and then everything happens, Fay Weldon wrote. Sounds just like March. And spring. (Two white butterflies by Vincent van Gogh, 1889)
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.