Yesterday’s image got me thinking about letters – the real ones, written on paper, folded into an envelope, arriving in the mailbox out the front – and what a joy it is to send and receive them. In my first week in my new house a little postcard arrived in the mail from a friend. She lives nearby and she wasn’t on holidays, she was just sending good wishes for the new house. Such a delight! The postcard is now on the fridge, where postcards belong. I think I might start a habit of penning real letters and cards to people, an ordinary way on ordinary days to say, “I see you out there and I’m glad. Aren’t friends grand?”
