A while back my mom gave me a pot of pansies. This is a very trusting move on her part. Here's the scoop - my mom is an amazing gardener. I'm pretty sure she could make flowers grow from a pot of cement. And there would be seven different varieties and they would all be color coordinated and it would take your breath away to look at it.
I on the other hand, kill plants by looking at them. Not literally of course - otherwise I wouldn't take all these many, many pictures of flowers. But seriously for as green her thumb is, that's how black mine is. I am BAD at keeping flowers alive. Really bad.
So I've kept these pansies alive for at least three weeks now - a new personal best! - and I have a pot full of pretty purple, white and yellow flowers.
And this one. That is different from all the others. And kind of awesome.