Yesterday evening, around dinner time, my doorbell rang.
I hate when my doorbell rings. At least when I'm not expecting anyone. It's never anything good. So I slowly walked to the door, trying to see what I was facing. I couldn't see anything until I got right up to the door. Then I saw a little brown bag. I looked closer and I saw it had my neighbor's six year old son's name on it, in a six year old's handwritting. I opened the door and he popped up from around the corner and yelled, "Surprise! It's flowers!"
So I opened up the little brown lunch bag and pulled out an adorable little flower basked (of sorts). It was a clear plastic cup, a green pipecleaner as a handle, with some white alysum inside. It also had a little popsicle stick thingy with a little may day poem on it.
As part of his school project he was instructed to leave it on a neighbors doorstep and then surprise them when they opened the door. I was actually incredibly flattered that he choose to give it to me instead of any of the other neighbors.
Here are a few pictures of my sweet little gift. As you can see, I couldn't decide the best spot for the the flower "basket".