It's time for the changing of the plants at the university. So... groundskeepers dug out all the pansies, tossed them in a pile, and are getting ready to put different flowers in. What happens to the pile of pansies? Whoever comes along can give them a new home.
Pansies are another flower that remind me of my grandmother. She was English on her father's side and grew up with a love of gardening. When we visited the Falkland Islands, I took one look at the gardens, and felt as if I were 7 years old again. It was like being with my grandmother again.