A delight it is to find a handwritten letter in the mailbox. Slowly opening the mailbox and unexpectedly there lies a letter that traveled across the miles to say hello how are you?
Opening the envelope slowly not to tear the flap, dear friend the letter begins. The walk back down the gravel driveway suddenly slows my life down and takes me into my friends world. Slowly, I read page after page with the latest news of their simple life , and with a friendly hello.
Ascending to the front porch, I snuggled on the porch swing cozy with pillows. I finished reading the beautiful handwritten letter, a smile comes across my face, to think how someone took the time to shared their daily life.
When did we lose the art of letter writing? Was it a slow fade over time or did it completely fade when the internet came into our homes? Then Facebook came into to millions of lives, now everyone know everything about each other, but remember it is only by our choice.
We lost the smell of the scented stationery, the folding of the letter, the hand written pages, the 22 cents stamps, the taste of the glue as we seal the envelope, the walking down a gravel driveway, the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze of the morning. The touch of the metal door of the mailbox, the lifting of the red flag to send a message to the postman to stop.
These are the things I still experience in my life today, because I choose not to have Facebook. My life is my own, it's not for the world to know. I share small bits and pieces of my life with family and friends through letter writing. I choose to live a slow life, a life that is written on stationary.
Each of us has a choice to share our lives across the world or choose to live a slow private life that we share with a friend across the miles in a handwritten letter.
Simply Farmhouse






































