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Pansies and petunias

    Who knew such simple flowers could bring so much happiness? i fuss over mine daily, deadheading the petunias, and pinching back the pansies. I've arranged and rearranged them on the deck railing and bench according to bloom color, pots, and whatever else affords me the most pleasant view from the kitchen window.

    Of course, I've had to rearrange them for the squirrel's path, so as few as possible will fall and dump the contents. My favorite is the blue and white pansy, very delicate with two shades of blue. The blossom is smaller than most and they hang over the edges of the pots, but they look so pretty, so Victorian. Then there's the yellow double face pansies, and the long box of white and yellow petunias. They look stiking together.

    And there's some little red flower, I can't remember the name. I have several pots of them on the built-in bench at the corner. They look great together.

    I never expected to linger over blooms so much, just staring, and feeling peaceful. Then on the other side of my view Mr. Redbird, my neighbor, lands to feed on the seed we put out every morning. That's why no plants are on that side. He must have gotten accustomed to having people stare at him while he eats. Mrs. Redbird is a little jumpier if she hears us move inside. And the little wrens will come up while I'm sitting on the porch only a few feet away. This is my haven.