Late but lovely

I was off work for a week.
A lovely colleague decided to send me flowers.
I returned to work on Monday, and she said she hoped the flowers had survived delivery.
"What flowers?", i ask.
I phone my son at home, he hunts around for a delivery note, or flowers - nothing.

Yesterday, Wednesday, i arrived home to find these gerbera in their glory.
My son had found a card with instructions to look under a box by the side gate.

Late, but lovely.