June wears gardenia perfume. She loves the fresh coolness of a morning with the day ahead unfurling like a flower bud. She loves a christening, a commencement, a confirmation, a wedding. And cries at all of them. She's crazy about Ella Fitzgerald, loves Johnny Cash. She dreams of Assisi, of an old house in Paris covered in vines, of the ocean. June stops at farm stands and peeks inside country churches. She walks in salmon-colored sneakers and carries a straw bag. June wears her heart on her sleeve.
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.