The rains dashed a petal, one lonely petal from the potted pansies on the front porch, down to the stone steps and then watched it as it lay there to drown,
but not before I rushed inside for my camera to catch it in it's last stage of autumn glory.
I may have been too late for pansies last spring, due to my waiting a day or two too long to drive to the nursery,
but this fall they were once again on my list of 'must haves'.
The flower I have loved the most since childhood,
and nothing will every change that.