It's a misty, mizzling morning when Henry heads out to work. He spends the whole day noticing, thinking, tending and connecting before arriving full circle back at his desk where he finally sits down to write, his "real" work. D.B. Johnson has given us a whole series of books about Thoreau in bear form, so simple and brilliant and beautiful that I'm sure Henry David himself would have loved them.
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.