Pansies are such a happy flower. And they have a fragrance that I love. They scream “SPRING” to me almost as much as snow showers in May.
But they do not last for very long. Warm/hot weather makes them go all leggy and insolent like a teenager and then you need to rip them out by their little roots and show them whose boss.
Today was that day.
But before I consigned them all to the compost bin I cut one last glass full of flowers. They won’t last all that long but whenever I look at them I will be reminded of Grandpa.