When the Pres came home with the three pots of Pansies he'd asked me if I wanted, seeing them was a welcome site. Knowing that I had just written how "Spring was brown," I felt a little guilty about not being patient. It was 64 degrees the day they arrived. Sitting outside feeling the sun and fresh air, I knew if I watched long enough, they would attract something other than me. They did. One lone Honey bee found them as attractive as I did.