I am grateful for the appearance of pansies in Spring. I spotted this bed of them walking up Sixth Avenue the other day and I immediatlely thought of my grandpa. He was a banker turner painter and would often share his musings and observations with me. “Look, Tara! You see the faces?!” he would ask me. Whenever I see this flower I look more closely to see the “faces” and I think of my grandfather and smile.