Thinking of spring and pansies. . .
Every time I see my pansies
Vivid in the golden sun,
You are with me in my garden,
And I am once again a child.
Vivid in the golden sun,
Their beauty brings me close to tears,
And I am once again a child
Learning to assume your grace.
Their beauty brings me close to tears
As I join hands with you in love,
Learning to assume your grace,
Dancing to your inner music.
As I join hands with you in love,
You are with me in my garden,
Dancing to your inner music
Every time I see my pansies.
Author Unknown
Pansies --- the favorite flower of my mother. Have you ever seen the little 'person' inside each pansy blossom? When the spring pansies arrive at the nursery soon, take a look inside and see for yourself.
Thanks to Paula at Elm Street for the photo opportunity. :)
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Your friend has some wonderful vignettes. I had never read this poem before and I like it very much. Yes, I've seen the sweet little faces in pansies. They remind me of little fairies.
ReplyDeleteGood morning~ What a lovely poem. I always fill my cottage garden with tons of pansies because I see them smiling at me when I work in the dirt. When I was young, my dad was the first one to show me that pansies have a face!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love pansies!
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I'm always so delighted when I see you have a new post. I can't wait to see what you're upto.
This is a beautiful poem. I love pansies too.
ReplyDeleteI have absolutely always loved pansies. Their simplicity is so gorgeous, and while appearing so dainty they are incredibly hardy flowers too!
ReplyDeletePansies are such beautiful flowers. Thank you for sharing the lovely quote. :)
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ReplyDeleteAre you the author of the pansy poem? It is full of pathos--love, joy, and longing. It touches my heart and reminds me to treasure the moments with my daughter as we journey through life.
Dear Sweet LaDonna,
ReplyDeleteYour post about pansies brought me to tears - both happy and sad. Mama loved pansies. She only planted her porch boxes, but sometimes we'd drive through a neighborhood several times just to see the pansies others had planted. I hope that she has her pansies in Heaven with her! Maybe your mother and mine have met and are kiscussing their gardens at this very moment. Wouldn't that be wonderful!
I love pansies! I have always said they have little "faces!"
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