Have I mentioned how much I like pansies?
They’re the first flowers I buy each spring. I can’t wait to plant them, even if they get buried under 6 inches of snow the day after.
They’re easy to care for, always bright and cheerful, come in more colors than daffodils, and a bed of them looks soft and beautiful.
My mother always used to grow pansies and she’d let me cut small bouquets of them for the house.
Growing up, we used to have community functions at the village fire hall: the fire trucks were garaged downstairs and the upstairs was the closest thing our town had to an auditorium. There were large windows on each side for plenty of light, a stage at one end and an open floor for chairs or dancing, depending upon the occasion.
We did our school Christmas pageants there, complete with Christmas carols and ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, and Santa always showed up with small boxes of candy before the evening was over. He usually looked a lot like Mr. Race, the store owner and school bus driver.
(I remember dancing with my father during some event at the fire hall when I still wore pigtails, both of us dressed up, with my feet riding on top of his, because what 6-year-old knew how to waltz?)
I don’t remember what school function it was (someone’s graduation most likely), but I still remember Mom’s punch bowl surrounded by pansies sitting on the table in the hall. There were pansies floating in a block of ice in the bowl. The light through the window made the flowers glow like little jewels and the sherbet-colored punch was a sweet background to their brilliance.
Yep, there’s nothing that makes me happier than pansies in the spring.
Except maybe chocolate Easter bunnies.
Wonderful post! I love pansies too! As a rather small child I used to stuff them up my nose unbeknownst to my poor ignorant mother and dribble purple. Of course being inexperienced and I her first child she thought that I had come down with some awful disease. The family physician plucked them out to reveal the source of color. Purple to this day is one of my favorite colors.
Yes! Happy, colourful faces. Have always loved pansies. I remember my grandmother taking me to a place(it was an annual excursion), greenhouses full of pansies and the scent had me swooning. It was my job to take care of her pansy beds. :^)
That is one gorgeous bloom! Thank you for sharing those sweet memories. Although, I must say Manise’s memory cracked me up;-D Enjoy this gorgeous warmth and sunshine, Diane!!!!!
Love, love, love pansies too
) Just wish they didn’t hate hot weather so much.
Thank you for sharing your memories – very sweet!
Awwwwwwwww…
What a wonderful post. Thank you.
xo
I feel the same about pansies and for some of the same reasons — I was allowed to pick them and make bouquets.
lovely pansies
Lovely post! Pansies are so pretty and I love your descriptions of them.
I do love those happy, cheerful faces. I think that says it for spring. I like the little ones too.