Kathy Ziems does, longhand, between rows out at the farm. Sea-salt smudges come free of charge.
Please do. Replies pile up in a shoebox marked IMPORTANT, and some get answered in future letters.
First week of the month, give or take — the post is a tide of its own. If one goes missing, another is sent, no fuss.
Anytime, no hard feelings. The ocean will keep you posted regardless.
The letters read aloud beautifully, and seagull diplomacy is suitable for all ages.
Murdy Quid Acres is a little flower farm just outside Pensacola — sweet peas in summer, dahlias in fall. Kathy Ziems watches tide charts the way some people watch the news, and holds that nearly everything sorts itself out if you take it to the water and think about it there.
The letters are written by hand, between rows, and her handwriting slopes uphill on good days.