We are doing some home improvements this week, one of which is installing a new mailbox. The previous one had been here since long before we moved in and was a sorry sight. It was taped together and had seen better days. So, ta da! A shiny new one.
The daily trek to retrieve the mail is ‘an event’ in our household. The announcement from the man that we are going to get the mail is received with ecstatic whole body wags from the dogs and similar enthusiasm from me. In the winter it means we have to bundle up and brave the elements. In the summer it means that we drop whatever we are doing at the moment and run to the door, eager for the family walk that we love so much.
The new mailbox is a big deal. I’ve been living back in the woods for too long now…?
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