Our mailbox finally bit the dust. The box itself (a plastic one that had been here over 20 years) was punctured by the hail back in April, and the post itself was rotting off at about ground level as posts will do. My neighbors upgraded mailboxes after the hailstorm, and I took their old one, which still had some use left in it. I had procrastinated about putting it up, but my hand was forced when I saw my box was completely down Thursday afternoon. I dug a hole with a transplant spade, which is a lot easier on the elbows, wrists, and forearms than a post hole digger.
Darling son took the old mailbox and post to the dump this morning. I just need to find some time to weed around the clematis that grows by the mailbox.