Their faces usually start the growing season as they are one of the first nursery plants to explode in a riot of color. Their preference for cool, crisp nights means that they enjoy closing out the season too, so when I happened upon this purple pansy last week I paused to take its picture and honor the pretty way it had of bookending the spring and fall. I forgot to upload it as part of this purple flower celebration, so it gets its own post. Being forgotten deserves something special.
It figures that 2020 will have a weird way of flowering into Halloween. This is in no way a complaint – extending the warm days as late as possible into the year may serve us well this winter. Or it may backfire and land us with even more chaotic weather – all a crapshoot these days. But this little pansy smiled at me on my lunch break, and I smiled back with a slight nod. If it sees us into November, it will be a resilient little reminder of spring days past, and spring days to come. It’s never too early to indulge in hope.
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