Pansy Plant is part of delicate Viola family. Although they look so fragile, they are very strong and, if grown in the garden, they need very little care. Wild pansies grow on fields, even mountains, but they are much smaller than we see them in nurseries or gardens.
DID YOU KNOW?
Pansy plant is an amazing natural remedy for allergies and skin problems. Many people swear on that!
I think that the healing properties for skin issues come from a legend I heard growing up in Romania. My grandmother was a botanist and she knew endless stories about plants.
The folk name of Pansy in Romania is ‘3 spotted brothers’. If you look closer to the flower, it has some funny faces on it .😊😊😊
So three handsome princes fought a dragon and when they were about to kill him, the dragon begged for his life, but the princes were merciless and killed him. The dragon cursed them before he died. The three princes became ugly, with swollen faces covered in hives. They were devastated and prayed God to help them. God transformed them in a Pansy flower that will help people to heal skin diseases.
My granny’s stories were always a little strange, she always put a personal spin on them. From this particular story I learned that dragons are good creatures, and nobody should kill them. In other parts of the world dragons were consider monsters and bad creatures. Well... granny loved them and so do I... Today, as an artist, the dragon 🐉 is one of my favorite theme in my jewelry designs.
So... going back to pansies. I found a poem that I totally love....
Wild Pansy
by Lisa Bellamy
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay
when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.
She had swallowed me in my homeland when she spied me
lying easy under the sun—briefly, I called her Mother
before I passed through her gullet like a ghost.
In a blink of God’s eye I was an orphan. I trembled
where I fell, alone in the dirt. That first night
was a long night, early May and chilly, and I remember
rain filled my furrow. I called out for mercy—
only a wolverine wandered by. I cursed my luck,
I cursed the happenstance of this world, I smelled
his hot stink, but he nosed me deep into the mud—
this was the gift of obscurity. I germinated, hidden
from the giants of earth, the jostling stalks,
the various, boisterous bloomers, and this was my salvation.
After seven days and nights I pushed through—
yes. Here I am, kissable: your tiny, purple profusion.
Lovely poem, don’t you agree? There is so much to talk about Pansy. In French ‘pensee’ means ‘think’. So Pansy is the flower of remembrance. The flower of love and adoration. How delightful!
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Great post ^^ .. this great story and the poem are a beautiful addition to your picture ;)
Thank you so much. I enjoy adding stories to photos. I am an amateur photographer, but I have an artist inside me who wants to express herself in various ways. In this case, the story and the poem brought additional value to the pics, like you said. Thank you for noticing 😊