I was blessed to have and get to know two grandmothers. Both were wonderful and I learned much from both of them.
My maternal grandmother had a love of flowers. Throughout the season there were roses, iris, camelias, daffodils, rhodedendrons, peonies, and of course pansies were a few that she planted and tended. In front of her house was a flowerbed shaped like a one-quarter section of a circle. Every year she planted an array of colorful little pansy flowers and let me pick a bouquet on every visit, as they grew back quickly and lasted most of the spring and summer. Solid color, monkey-faced, ruffled-edged, whats not to like about these colorful little blossoms? And your bouquets fit in a drinking glass just fine.
When I was in grade school I found a poem in a book that started “pansies the little monkey flowers, making faces by the hours”. It had several stanzas but thats all I can remember. Lord, I wish I could find that poem somewhere. The internet has failed me thus far.
So while I have expanded my love of flowers to other varieties, (I am waiting patiently for “tulip fest”) I still have the strongest passion for those early spring flowers and wonderful memories of my grandmother who lovingly planted them for me.