You a Pansy? Take hope.

If I called you a pansy, you would be, rightfully, insulted. 
Assuming of course, you cared about my opinion. 

Even so, I have to wonder about the term.  It is mid November.  Every potted plant we cared for meticulously through Spring, Summer, and now Autumn, has died and gone to plant heaven.  Par for the course and expected.  With one exception.   A most resilient little plant, pictured here.





We don't water it anymore.  We have not brought the plant in from the heat or cold.  And yet here it is, the last survivor from a brutally hot 2012 Summer.  Not just alive, but blooming vigorously.

 

So the next time you think to call someone a pansy, you may wish to rethink your choice of words!