Last night we attended the visitation for Kay, who passed away this week. I always think of her like those pansies, so sweet and gentle, yet darn tough, being a hardworking farmwife all her life.
Frank showed us a little black and white photo of Kay as a young woman - the day she first caught his eye, and told us he had carried that photo in his pocket every single day since she gave it to him. I bet it is back in his wallet right now.
Last summer, Frank and Kay built a lovely 3-season porch over the sidewalk so they could relax in there and enjoy the beautiful farm vista. The sidewalk is gone, but I won't be surprised if those pansies still pop up around the edges of the porch this spring. Some sweet good things are irrepressible.