The jaunty pansies are out for the harvest season and their strangely cheerful faces never fail to brighten up any mood, chasing away shadows and troublesome thoughts with their delicate simplicity...
The warm, sugary colours here look like something from a
pâtisserie window, gently guiding us away from the overbearing (and unbearable) heat and blazing sunshine over the last weeks towards a more autumnal period.
The rounded flowers, gently ruffled, offer up their petals with veins leading to the mysterious depth of the head, or perhaps on the contrary these etched lines burst out from the golden centre, like ink bleeding across wet paper...
Peering up close, a white fringed border is visible just above the heart of each head - the stamen - like a whiskery moustache... Although the pansy does not strike us as a highly-scented flower, its perfume is discrete yet evident when the plants are grouped together and the scent of violet can clearly be picked up.
In French, the pansy is
la pensée, and so what are my thoughts on this Sunday evening? My penny's worth; if only the weekend could stretch itself out longer and the working week postponed, but that's life, I suppose!
And finally, one of my favourite pansy paintings; part of one of
Louis Wain's cat portraits...
GLORIOUS
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