It would not be true for me to say that pansies are my favorite flower, but they are near the top of the list, just below yellow roses, sunflowers, and hydrangeas. Pansies win my heart over year after year for a variety of reasons, the first being the multitude of colors in which they come. Red, gold, down-right yellow, dark purple, light purple, lavender (yes there is a difference between light purple and lavender), white...I've even seen some that are such a dark shade of redish purple that they appear black. They are incredibly resilient and hearty. If I forget to water them, which I am prone to do, they just pop right back into shape when I do finally remember. They seem to thrive on the cool nights of fall, which really shoots them up on the list...we share a favorite season. Most impressive is that they provide that final burst of color all the way up until winter has officially made itself known. I have even seen pansies shining through a dusting of snow. Not unlike any other flower really, they are happy. My dad had an Aunt Pansy when he was a kid. Pansy and Bob (I think that was his name...Pansy seemed to stick in my head more than him apparently)...I've heard stories of them all my life, but cannot really say I recall ever meeting them. They may well have been gone by the time I came about, I'm just not sure. Regardless, fun was always had at Pansy's house. With a happy name like Pansy, how could you not be fun? From the tales I've heard, she too was strong and resilient, vibrant and full of life. Even though I've never met her, I have her pictured in my mind and I think of her every time I see my pretty pansies smiling at me when I pull in my driveway. I hope that strength, resiliency and vibrancy trickled down the family tree to me.
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