As I sat looking at Pansy faces,
I imagined they were dressed in fancy laces.
Some were stretching out so tall
as if they were ready to go to the ball.
One wore silk and one wore satin,
One spoke French and one spoke Latin;
and I was almost in a trance
when the breezes made them dance.
That little poem was written by me when I was in grade school. I was maybe
10 or 11 years old. I probably would not have even remembered it if my
mom hadn't had it framed with a picture of pansies.
Mom loved pansies, so when I plant them, they remind me of her.
I chose these at the greenhouse because of their vivid, contrasting colors.
I just hope that they will thrive for me - would love to put them in those tiny
vases over the summer months.
