Today I got the chance to spend some time at the Dallas Arboretum. I spent the first hour hanging out with a precious family and taking their pictures. Once we finished, we parted ways and I spent some time walking, looking, admiring, remembering, and hunting.
Tulips are one of my favorite flowers. (Yes, I have many, but tulips are near the top of my list.) They are so beautiful and delicate. I love to get close to them to see the variations in their petals. I take time to admire each variety and shade.
One of the things that amazes me about the beds at the Arboretum (besides the fact that I never see a weed...seriously, never) is that they plant in layers. There is always color on top of color. Today, I was mesmerized by the pansies that blanketed the ground under the tulips. They weren't as grand as their majestic bed mates, but they were just a vibrant and complemented the delicate variations of color.
The pansies played a supporting role to the main character, but they are just as important. As I walked and admired, I thought about my mom. She's never far from my thoughts. Mom loved pansies. I realized how much her life was spent as a side character. She made sure that Amy, Jason, and I were supported and loved. Her colors gently complemented the three of us. She was content to be with us and let us shine.
How I long to be a pansy!