Oh, There It Is!

Two weeks ago my friend Wanda mailed me a loaf of persimmon bread. I have never tasted persimmons and was anxious to sit down with a cup of coffee and a slice of her homemade treat. I watched the mail. I checked the box. I asked my husband if he had seen a package. Other packages came and went. It snowed a foot or more and I began to think my package was lost in transit. Warmer weather came, along with drenching rains. Our snow melted and the world turned into a soggy, muddy mess. Wanda decided to send out another loaf of bread.

This morning I went to set out the trash and bring in Grandma's newspaper. On my way back up the driveway I glanced toward the mostly unused front door. Last week I'd taken notice of the blanket of snow piled up on the steps. I'd considered taking a picture, but decided I'd already done that so didn't bother. (It looked very much like the snow in this photo. Maybe you see why we rarely use this entrance.)

So, like I said, I was on my way back up the driveway with my mother's newspaper when I glanced toward the house. The snow was all melted and there on the top step sat a small white box. I think I did a double-take. I knew immediately what it was and felt my heart sink. I am certain it was buried under last week's snow all the while I'd been waiting.

I retrieved the soggy package and took it into the house where I cut the packing tape and looked inside. It may have been damp and the bread may gone stale, but the little box was still full of love and I found myself smiling. The little Christmas cup is full of yummy candied walnuts. Once it is empty I will fill it up with some yummy coffee or hot chocolate. I did taste the bread, but I am certain it would have tasted much better had the postal carrier brought it to my back door like usual. Must have been a substitute carrier that day. Guess I'll have to forgive them.