It was in the low twenties when I walked the dog on Tuesday, cloudy and raw, so bitter cold that my mittened-hands ached. Today it was almost fifty degrees outside and sunny, the sky a brilliant blue. I even heard a note or two from a bird that sounded unmistakably like spring. There are still months of winter ahead, but every so often nature winks and hints at what's to come.
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.