....I have set up a post office office in the hedge in the lower corner of the garden...
...I've stopped up the door, and made the roof open, so it will hold all sorts of things, and save our valuable time. Letters, manuscripts, books and bundles can be passed in there...
~ Louisa May Alcott
My Kate reminded me of the passage from her favorite book as a child. When she was around 5 years old, I spent six months reading a few pages at a time to her during our quiet moments in the afternoons while the babe of the time, my Andy, napped.
Upon arriving at the farm last week with her sons and seeing our work-in-progress playhouse, Kate said right away that we needed mailboxes... to pass letters and bundles and all sorts of things back and forth from the playhouse and the farm house.
Naturally, the grandsons and I went in search of some mail box making material.
Behind the barn, in the lean-to shed, Papa Fritz had stored a couple of bird feeders saved from felled trees.