Thank you, Patty! I drove past our home on my way to yet another doctor's appointment, and I saw this on the front porch. Since I cannot back up, I turned around in a neighbor's driveway and, behold! The moment I picked it up was nothing short of delightful. I shook it. Don't ask me why, but I shook it, and I heard something grand inside. I'm still grinning.
I will never ever have another mail elephant. Well, maybe. I would if they all ended so sweetly. Patty, you make my heart sing! How lovely is this? They're cousins to my little teak elephant! Twined trunks! I bought elephant cards day before yesterday! You always hear me, remember me, endear me. You embellished my day.
Inside was as good as outside! Girl, you pack a mean mailbox! Another paper flood is headed your way.
I have mail from Wales. Thanks, Anna! (Me waving --> ~~!) I feel like such an armchair tourist. I get some of the best perks without leaving home, but I'll be airborne after my arm gets a tune-up. I'll drag my own luggage, carry my own bag and my own camera. Poor JC. He complains that my bags no longer complement his ensembles since I became a member of the Bronze Age.
Open the door, Richard! I close my eyes and it's as if I hadn't even blinked. I do like colors that holler "Hey!" and threaten to make my eyes bleed. This gets nailed to the cork board. LOL! Don't you like the unpredictability of mail? Gracias, reluctant Ricardo!
How sweet, yes? Such a story comes with, after a station break. Please stay tuned for another episode in "A Limner's Saturday Evening Post." Until then, boil water, prepare a tray. . .