Glory was the Winner

When consulted, the mailman said, "Sure, put a little daisy on the mailbox if you want." So we all put on daisies. Martha put one daisy. I put up two, the girl down the street put on a marigold. The mailboxes were now in a little competition. One day we discovered Glory had bested us all. Her mailbox was saturated in a bed of purple clematis. The joke was on her. She received this note “mail cannot be delivered due to bees until removal of bush”.