2 January 2011 Leave a comment
Every year we lived in Siloam Springs Allen Canning would plant pansies in the beds outside of their corporate offices along Main Street. They would do this in November, and the flowers would seem to last well into January after snow and ice blanketed them in the early winter months. “They are generally very cold hardy plants surviving freezing even during their blooming period,” Wikipedia says of the plant.
In light of this, I have a hard time understanding how “pansy” became a derogatory term referring to “a weak, effeminate, and often cowardly man.” Seems like a misnomer to me.
Which is why I have no problem with the new quilt hanging in our bedroom, hand-quilted by my mother-in-law. I wonder if they would survive a Nebraska winter?