Details, details...

Last fall, while I was digging in the garden, I turned up a rotten piece of wood with tarnished numbers on it.

 
I removed the numbers, cleaned them and found a new board to screw them onto. Then they languished in the basement for months. Finally I got around to painting the board black.  Michael replaced the numbers, and mounted the board beside the front door. Another little bit of history resurrected.