Every month, a letter comes from Murdy Quid Acres — a little flower farm just outside Pensacola — about tides, seagull diplomacy, and the good life. Written and signed by hand by Kathy Ziems. Real paper, real stamp, your name on the front.
«I moved inland for a job, and I miss the ocean so much it's embarrassing. How do I keep the beach with me?» — JUNE, OHIO
Dear June — the ocean is mostly a rhythm, and rhythms travel. Keep a bowl of shells by the door; open the window when it rains and call it weather-listening…
“Kathy waters the sweet peas and answers every single letter. We don't know when she sleeps.”
— MARGE, TAFFY SHOP NEXT DOOR