I planted a bunch of pansies yesterday. I love seeing their little faces all winter long. 

I’ve heard people call other folks ” a pansy” meaning weak or not brave.  I find that strange since the whole reason I plant pansies is because they bloom through the winter months. All winter long I can look out my window and see purple, yellow and magenta flowers, sometimes peeking through the snow. I have seen pansy plants after an ice storm caked with ice one day, but on the next day when the ice had melted, they were completely unscathed. 

I think pansies are strong and courageous. You can call me a pansy if you want to.