Take that, winter

And that.

And that.

And that, three more times. Yes, it was a little chilly planting. But I don't care; the pansies make the porch habitable for a few weeks, at least until school is over and I can turn my attention to full-time porch-sitting. It's sunny, hot cross buns are on their second rising (raising? resurrection? allegory?), and the family is napping. Life. Not. Bad.