Spilling Blooms/Audience of one

This, finally, is a update to a post from a long time ago... Neighborhood cheer. If you go back far enough, I had posted about crafting ( I like that word!) a new planter box for my mailbox and made a really nice one I was happy with. Sadly, that was stolen, along with the flowers inside. I was quite disillusioned as to who would even think to do something like that, but it is what it is. I intended to replace it, but with life's circumstances, it was not to be at the time.

Now, after a 2+ year hiatus on projects, I am finally in a place to be able to do so. Not with nice cedar and Mahogany like before, but at least with some leftover rough cut pine I had, trimmed and painted to match the post. This time I wrapped a metal box with the wood and screwed it to the post to perhaps discourage the sticky fingers a bit.

I have been fairly fortunate in that I have only had three things stolen from me in my life (not counting loose change shakedowns while on assignments in foreign countries). My iphone, the previous planter box and more recently, some birthday decorations I attached to the mailbox as a personal celebration. Having secured them tightly, I weighed that knew I would have had to later cut them off, but I didn't want them to blow away and was certainly saddened and surprised to see them missing later that afternoon.

Anyway, as a once again replacement, I am hoping this box and these flowers placed here today might be found as a "Happy Birthday" gift to anyone who might pass by... a celebration in blooms and growing bouquet to enjoy with each passing. I don't really know that anyone would notice it to be honest and this might end up being just for me... my own little 'audience of one' as I have become, but never-the-less it is my small way of trying to bless another and enhance this new world that I struggle to find real beauty in anymore. I so want to. Now, I can only hope with seeing them daily, someone would feel honest love like I wished I did. Last night while typing this early into the morning, I stepped outside to look at the full moon and a now familiar constellation, looking up, I saw a shooting star drop over my field heading into my view to the west. I took the time for the obligatory wish, so maybe it will be true. One can hope...after all... it is only a grain of dust burning up in the sky.