I spent one glorious fall afternoon with my friend Sue at the nursery the other day. Pansies as far as you could see. Every color you could imagine. Had to have some......Pansies have always fascinated me for their tenacity in the face of a cold winter. They can be frozen solid one day and warm and beautiful the next. Reminds me of my heart and how I can feel so cold and lifeless one day and warm and fuzzy the next. Shouldn't we be like the pansies and strain toward the Son and His glory every day ? Anyway, I digress.......brought 2 flats of pansies home and planted them. Got up the next morning expecting to be greeted by colorful blooms. Half of them were gone, cut off at the base of the flower, plants undisturbed. Dumfounded, I scoured all information on the internet for an answer and came up with none. Two days later I found the pansy thief staring at me through the back window. A roadrunner of all things giving me the evil eye. Roadrunners can't be in the city can they? Yet there he was looking at me looking at him........Where was Cooper, my ferocious bird dog? Looking out the window and growling. When I opened the door the Coops ran off to the bedroom. (Guess he didn't know it was a bird) As I rushed out to check the damage , the roadrunner ran off, scurrying under the fence. Think I heard a "Beep, Beep" as he left. Wonder if I should call in Wile E. Coyote? In the midst of the bare plants, I found his calling card, one lone feather. Think I'll name him "Zorro"!
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