One of the brightest spots in my week is the trek (or two) I make to my post office box.
For one thing, it’s close to a park that the dogs and I love to walk in — check out the views at the moment, with enormous banks of rhododendrons in full bloom against the towering evergreens:
There are few things in this world prettier than rhodies in full bloom in the spring. Especially pink rhodies. I’m a big fan of pink.
As much as the dogs and I enjoy our walks, though, the MAIN reason I love visiting my P.O. box is because of the mail, of course!
There are few things in this world more fun than opening my mailbox.
You all have completely spoiled me, what with your wonderful letters and fun fan art (both of which I appreciate more than I can ever say). A writer’s life can be a solitary one, so we really, REALLY look forward to snail mail and email.
Here’s a peek at something spectacular that showed up in my mailbox recently from Isabella, a reader from Canada:
That’s the back of the homemade card that she sent me. I love it! And here’s the front:
Isn’t it GORGEOUS? I love the little heart floating over the reader’s head. And what she’s reading, of course. And the huge pile of books, and the snacks, and, well everything…
Isabella even signed her card with a self-portrait:
I would say that she certainly knows how to “live life,” doesn’t she? Thank you SO MUCH, Isabella, for this incredibly special card!