Pulling for Pansies
And, for the last few years, I've been right. Cold temps and frigid winds nipped the plants, and come spring, there was nothing left but a few withered stems.
But this year the pansies are thriving. Look at these babies, resplendent in their midwinter glory.
I used to think I didn't "deserve" spring if I hadn't suffered through winter. Blame it on Catholicism — or on living in Chicago for a few years.
This year I consider any escape from winter a gift from the gods. I'm pulling for pansies.