Tuesday, November 25, 2008


Any of several popular cultivated violets (genus Viola). Pansies have been grown for so long under such diverse conditions with such striking variations in colour and form that their origin is uncertain.

Pansies with perfect little faces peep from the shadows.
Are you love-in-idleness, Johnny jump-ups or heartsease?
Your family roots reach deep, beyond recorded time,
certainly before the Mayflower parked at Plymouth Rock.

For all my Florida friends and cousins. On a cold, rainy day in the mountains, I think about your warm sunny weather. I love the beach in winter, want to go there before long. Once upon a time I baked myself in the summer sun on snow white sand, and tanned dark as mahogany. That was before we knew better.
I close my eyes and smell the water, feel the wind, and hear the gulls. Watching the ocean, like gazing into a blazing fire, settles the nerves, sooths the mind, and sends me anywhere I want to go.


Gay said...

Glenda, your beautiful thoughts take me back to those days on the beaches, and, even though I'm not a beach person, you almost make me wish I were there..almost! You are one of the few people who knows how much I DON'T want to be at the beach, although I must agree, its not too bad during the winter. I hope the day isn't too far away when you and Barry will be able to go down and enjoy the sun and sand once again.

Glenda said...

Thanks for your comment, Gay.
Shall I show some of those photos of you on the beach at Panama City?
Today it was 45 degrees here and I took a nice walk with Rocky. I forgot about the beach today.