
Happy Little Pansies…
I LOVE pansies...happy little pansies... the flower was regarded as a symbol of remembrance.They are the first flowers I get to...
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Happy Little Pansies…
I LOVE pansies...happy little pansies... the flower was regarded as a symbol of remembrance.They are the first flowers I get to plant and they do great all summer long if you keep them in partial shade. They are also about the last to freeze at the end of the season - they love that cool fall weather... These pretty little things are kind of fool-proof and I should know -- I'm kind of lazy and just want easy pretty flowers that can be neglected and then still forgive me by coming back to life with a little water and a bit of deadheading (picking off the dead flowers). I know you can eat pansies and they look gorgeous on a cake, but I'm not much for eating flowers. If you do want use them for food decorations or flavoring (they have a mild mint taste) make sure they organically grown...no icky chemicals for consumption please! I Just a short post today to celebrate the Pansy...Happy spring planting... Mary
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Welcome to my blog! I am an Iowa Farm girl who aspires to write a cookbook featuring vintage and favorite recipes from my family and friends. I'd like to bring you the art of cooking like your mother, grandmother, or whoever is your cooking inspiration. Keep it simple and enjoy! --Mary Food Blogger, Travel Writer, Photographer, Computer Geek, & Gardener
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