Standing near my door,
watching the rain as it falls
into my teacup
counting the tiny splashes
waiting shamelessly for mail.
~Michael Boiano
Today I was in a nearby Victorian Seaport.
I think the post
office has been there from the beginning of time.
It’s a fabulous building,
filled with row after row
of vintage post office boxes,
still in daily use.
I love these boxes, which are a type of art.
Eagle,
initials, circles, numbers, patina of age.
What’s not to love?
In my last post I offered a give away. Tonight Kurt kindly
drew three names. And the winners are
Hehjude, Babs, and Zendotstudio!
So please go to my blogger profile where you can get my
email address,
and send me an email with your snail mail address.
Soon you will have an envelope and tag in your mail box.
Letters are like wine;
if they are sound they ripen with
keeping.
A man should lay down letters
as he does a cellar of wine.
~Samuel Butler
