For three and a half years, Handan and I were the shameful owners of The Saddest Mailbox on the Lane. Each day, I would watch our neighbors waltz out to retrieve fan mail, love letters, large checks, gift packages and sweepstakes award notifications from their resplendent black mailboxes sitting atop flawless white perches, their posts tucked into rich, loamy soil bursting with all the colorful flowers of
The years passed, but the mailbox remained. We were spending all of our time working on the back yard, so the front was only attended once a week when I mowed the lawn. But this year, we’re winding down the major projects in the back yard (though we still have a few left), and we’re ready to start improving the front. And let me tell you, it needs a lot of work. Three years of neglect have taken a brutal toll on the landscape beds. They are overrun with weeds and evergreen saplings. So while we scratched that surface the other weekend, Handan also wanted to plant some sedum that she got from my mom around our sorry little mailbox. The area surrounding the box had been planted and cared for by me once two years before. I planted a bulb that was supposed to grow into an elephant’s ear, I laid down weed fabric, I spread mulch, and I encircled the whole mess with rocks. I think the bulb may have sprouted a single leaf, but there wasn’t much WOW factor that year. Last year, I conveniently forgot all about the mailbox, as our spring was dominated by the pond project.
When Handan was looking over the mailbox, she noticed a couple of screws on the side of the post.
“Hey babes!” She yelled up to me. I was working up the hill in one of the landscape beds. “Come here!”
I dropped my tools and shuffled down the hill to the mailbox.
“Look! This mailbox is a slip-on.” She said. The screws indicated that the mailbox was a plastic sleeve that fit over a 4×4 that would be cemented into the ground. Replacing it would be simple!
“Oh, yeah. You’re right. I’ve never noticed that.” I said. I knew where this was going. “So, do you want to go out and buy a new mailbox?”
“Oh, yes I do!” She was beaming at me. That woman loves shopping! (for DiY/Home Improvement stuff, I mean)
We hopped in the car and headed to Lowe’s where we picked up a slip-on post kit and a mailbox.
When we got back home, we unboxed the post kit, and I glanced at the directions. They said we’d need a 6 ft 4×4 post to concrete into the ground. No problem. Our old mailbox already had one. It was then time to remove the old mailbox, so we could slip on the new one and be done with it. I unscrewed the four attachment points and pulled off the old mailbox.
That didn’t look like enough post. It was barely two feet tall! Still, I tried to fit the new post just to see.
The bottom piece fit, but there wasn’t enough 4×4 to attach the mailbox and planter arm on the top piece.
Okay, Okay, no big deal. I’d just have to cobble together an extension with a scrap piece of 4×4 and some mending plates.
I fit the extension to the original and nailed it in place.
Then, the moment of truth. I slipped the top half of the new mailbox over my cobbled post.
It wouldn’t fit. It was a tight fit over the 4×4, and there was no way it was going to clear the mending plates.
CRAP! CRAP! Why can’t we ever have an easy, care-free project?
I looked at Handan. “We have to dig out the old post and concrete and then set a new one with new concrete.” I said. “I had a 6 foot length of 4×4, but I cut it in half for the extension!” My parents were coming over for dinner in about an hour, so we didn’t have time to go out again to buy another post.
“Let me have a look, will you?” Handan said. She never takes “no” or “we can’t” for an answer.
“Fine. Yeah, whatever.” I said. Another problematic project. It’s the only kind we seem to have. I stood there staring daggers at the old post.
After some time, I heard one of Handan’s many happy sounds, and my spirits lifted. She came bounding down the driveway with her prize – a corner post from our old fence. It was just under 6 feet tall.
“Awesome, my babes! Okay, you and Barish go to the garage and get some Quikrete, and I’ll dig out this old post.” We were back in business.
Once the old post was cleared, Handan, Barish and I lifted it out and put it in the pull cart behind the John Deere. We dug down deeper and placed the new post in the hole. Handan secured it with some small stones while I checked the level with my post level.
I mixed up some concrete and filled the hole while Handan kept an eye on the post level.
We let the concrete cure overnight. The next day, I fit the lower part of the base over the post, and Handan propped it up with bricks until she could backfill the hole with dirt. When it was back filled, I slipped the top part over the post.
Then attached the mailbox arm and planter box with long wood bolts and screws.
Since Handan couldn’t wait until the mailbox was mounted, she put her flowers in the planter box. To make things easier when she wants to change the look, she laid some wood in the bottom of the planter to raise the base, and then she placed the woven flower basket on the raised wood.
Okay, it was mailbox time! I grabbed the beastly thing (it was really quite large), and plopped it on the arm. Hmmmm…
At this point, I realized that I didn’t have a mailbox mounting plate. Who the heck sells mailboxes and posts without the proper mounting hardware? Grrrrr!
We dropped our tools and trekked out to Home Depot. While there, we decided that the mailbox we got was probably going to be too big for the post/arm, so we downsized.
I first attached the mailbox mounting plate, then our smaller mailbox.
With the mailbox complete, Handan turned her attention to the dirt below. She built new edging while I took pictures and daydreamed about being inside. It was a cold and miserable day, just like almost every day of this wretched New England spring.
She planted salvia to either side of the post, some daylilies behind and some green stuff that she got from my mom in front. The sedum that started this project didn’t make the cut. It’s still waiting in a brown paper bag to be planted somewhere.
And that was it!
We now have the best mailbox on the lane. The mailman has been leaving love letters for Handan, and I often see the neighbors stealing glances when they think I’m not looking.
I’m still waiting for the large checks and piles of money, but I’m sure they’re in the mail…
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