We are busy surveying the estate for storm damage. The bougainvillea has been rudely stripped of its leaves leaving a twisted wreck of intertwined twigs and the torn palm has been uprooted and casually tossed aside. Whilst we make repairs and mangle the sodden towels, I thought I’d share a sister pansy website from a distant country cousin from across the pond who writes of a perfect pansy paradise where we will never grow old.

Life Between the Buns – Where the Pansies Never Fade

Don your best red shoes and follow the yellow brick road to Shangri La.