Yes, it really is a mail box. Or at least it holds one. Securely. I can't help but think of the hilarious movie from the mid-80s, Little Shop of Horrors. With the potted house plant's incessant demand to be fed. FEED ME! it screams as it grows and grows and develops a rather odd and horrific personality. Now, when the U.S. Postal employee, the fine, upstanding mailman, stops at this quiet one-story, to drop off the direct mail pieces and bills, does the 6-foot tall mail box start in with demands? Feed me. More. More. Pull down my box lid. I love it when you have a delivery Mr. Postman. Do you wonder how long it's been standing in front of the house. Does anyone else notice? When did the idea first hit the homeowners. "Honey, you know what I'm going to build in the garage today? You're going to love it." Now, somewhere on earth, this minute, someone is saying, "What kind of plant is it?" OK, I'll take a shot at it. Hibiscus. That's so Tampa. So Florida. They are in everyone's yard. But I venture there is only one Hibiscus mail box. I dare you. Find another. (Here's an online description: "The flowers are large, conspicuous, trumpet-shaped, with five or more petals, ranging from white to pink, red, purple or yellow, and from 4-15 cm broad. [It definitely exceeds the normal size, believe me.] The color of the Hibiscus grows darker as it ages. The fruit is a dry five-lobed capsule, containing several seeds in each lobe, which are released when the capsule splits open at maturity.") Is there any chance that the mailbox itself is actually a fruit, or a lobe of the plant ripening to maturity? Nah........ It's just a mailbox looking very happy and making its owner smile. Feed ME!