Little purple pansies, touched with yellow gold,
Growing in one corner of the garden old;
We are very tiny but must try, try, try
Just one spot to gladden, you and I.
I used to sing this song when I was a child. I had no idea what a purple pansy was, but I wanted to grow them in my garden. Now I can't see one without singing that song. It's amazing how many memories can emerge when I'm painting.