The purpose of the humble pansy is to get us from there to here. To be a bridge between winter and late Spring, when the garden flowers show up to strut their stuff. I am a prisoner of color and light and a warrior for color and light. The pansies are precious to me in the way they capture the morning sun.

At sunrise this morning, I got up say hello and was rewarded with the kiss of the pansy, a celebration of color and light.