Pansy Time

If you have ever lost someone you love, you know what I mean when I say "at times, there are memories." There are certain days that they fill your thoughts. Holidays, Birthdays and other Special Occasions. For me the first Pansy I see each Spring remind me of MOM. She loved them. She grew them and carefully picked and pressed them.  She took a calligraphy class just to make framed works of art with

pressed pansies. Each spring I am out looking for pansies as early as possible. Yesterday I found these. I brought a little bit of Mom home again!