Yes, that’s me, driving slowly by the still desolate garden centers, peering out the window hoping for a glimpse of the first pansies and violas for sale. I have my routes, I make my rounds. On the way to and from work, I carefully choose a route that takes me past a small garden center
Sometimes I take a slight detour on the way home to go by a local grower’s place. She’s usually pretty good about putting a few flats of pansies and violas out front by mid-March or so. Sometimes I wonder if she bets on how quickly I’ll show up once those pansies are for sale.
And if those two places don’t have any pansies in a timely manner, gulp, I can always sneak in and out of a big box hardware store’s garden center and get some there. But I prefer not to, because they often just have those silly six packs of pansies and I need flats.
Flats of 48 pansies. Flats of 48 violas. At least a flat of each.
They have to be spring colors, too. No oranges, deep purples or golds. Those are for fall! I want pastels – soft pink, new white, buttery yellow, light purple, with maybe a dark purple or bright yellow for “pop”. Spring colors.
Once I get my flats of pansies and violas, I haul out some containers that I have just for those pansies and violas, plant them up and put them on my front porch. Then I plant more in my front window box. It’s an annual ritual, I always do it.
And though I’ll start cruising for pansies and violas this weekend, according to my garden journal I rarely get them before the 15th of the month.
But that doesn’t stop me from starting this little pansy ritual every year at about this same time….
I brake for pansies and violas.