The only pansies we’ve had past the month of June were the dead kind.
If not dead, then seriously bedraggled.
That’s why I stopped planting them each spring, and always planted other stuff instead.
Annual plants that last longer. Like blue salvia, pink snapdragons and ivy.
But our landscaper friend Blaine brought us some bulbs and pansies to put in pots in early May.
Container planting is the only gardening I do these days, so I was happier than a pig in mud.
The hyacinth and daffodils bloomed heartily and died back. But the pansies kept blooming.
And blooming.
The rain beat the flowers down, but they’d spring back soon after.
Mid-July and they’re still blooming.
So here’s to the indomitable Pansy.
Long may you live!
For fascinating facts about the pansy, or viola:
