New York: one woman, one garden, twelve seasons.
My very first bouquet was pansies, picked unfortunately from a neighbor's garden. I never see a little bunch of them without remember that sweet little boy, who is sadly now dead too soon.Thanks for a good memory!
I hadn't even realised they have scent! Thank you, I'm going out to sniff...
That Mother Nature is one amazing Lady! Thanks for such a sumptuous feast for the eyes—even if we can't smell them.
I've always loved pansies...in all colors, but I am fascinated that I now can find black pansies in the fall. How did I not know they have a scent?
Pansies are one of the hardy flowers that will make it through an Alaska winter. They are a favorite of mine. Just because of that.
Very nicely worded and photographed. I don't know who the present was intended for, but I felt for me. Which was nice.