I love mailboxes and the old-fashioned handwritten letters that they hold. There are no letters delivered to this mailbox, however its stately presence marks the beginning of a stone walkway leading to my side porch.
Irene, a guest from North Dakota who stayed recently with her husband Bruce for a five-day stretch, secretly painted this amazing replica of my mailbox then presented it to me as a gift upon her departure. She put it under glass in a rustic wood frame with a mat… all ready to be hung in a special spot to remind me of her visit until she returns again next year. Yes, innkeeping is quite a life…






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