Love on my stoop… what’s the scoop?

~Thursday~  Tonight, when I returned from my workout at:

this is what I saw at my front door when I pulled into my parking spot that faces it:

Here is the series of questions and thoughts that went through my mind:

• Who would be sending these to me?
• What’s the date? Is it an occasion that I’ve forgotten about?
• I can’t believe no one has stolen these.
• I wonder how long these have been here.
• What kind of florist leaves a bouquet out in the open like that when no one’s home?
• What kind of florist leaves flowers like that outside in this oppressive heat?

 
and then drawing close enough to read the card…
 
 

• Hey, that’s not my name.
• Hey, that’s not my address.
• What kind of florist leaves a bouquet out in the open like that, when no one’s home, out in this oppressive heat, and at the wrong address?

I brought them to my next door neighbor, and when she didn’t answer her door, I left them on her stoop.

Hey, what’s good for the florist is good for the Good Samaritan.