James Whitcomb Riley, often called the “Hoosier Poet,” wrote this short, charming piece about the pansy.
The Pansy
Pansy, pansy, purple and gold,
Story of love in your petals told;
Velvet your touch and fragrant your breath,
Symbol of thoughts that conquer death.
Pansy, pansy, under the sun,
Smiling at me when the day is done;
Dear little face in the garden bed,
Lifting to mine your gentle head.
Letting Go When It’s Time | Cozy Life Reset – Day 15
Dear Sallie,
I just found ‘For the Love of Pansies’ … love, love, love it. This is such a sweet and quiet place to visit. I have a need for peace and quiet more than ever. Thank you for this warm and welcoming little space.
Homespun Hugs, Teri
Hi Teri,
How nice to see you again! I think you will enjoy this website. I love working on it.
Have a good week!
Sallie
Sallie, I just love pansies. They are so pretty. If you visit my blog, my most recent post shares our back deck and you will find my little pansies there. They have grown a lot and I love them. My comments are closed. I am thinking about opening those back up in the near future. You are welcome to ‘chat’ through my email if you would like. Also, you can delete this comment if you would like. Hugs, Teri