My neighbor Diane is the official "flower lady" of our building. Each Christmas she gets a beautiful wreath for our door, piles bunches of pine into our flower boxes, and leaves a seasonal arrangement in our lobby. We've got it pretty good, thanks to her. Starting in the spring she plants lovely pansies in the nine (NINE) flower boxes lining our street, and when they get too long and stringy, she replaces them. When I got home from work and saw these flats sitting on our doorstep, I knew something good was in store.