Fall pansies

Pansies remind me of my maternal grandmother.
She died when I was just six, but I still have poignant memories of her - the taste of shared ginger snaps dipped in cold milk, the smell of her violet eau de toilet, the thrill of collecting acorns in her backyard.
And pansies - she had purple ones planted by her front door.

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