After my mum died this spring, I found a packet of giant pansy seeds in one of her drawers, so I planted them. It was an old packet, so I didn't have much hope that any would grow - but one did, although the slugs have taken a big bite out of a leaf. Here it is.According to The Language of Flowers,
pansies mean thoughts. My mum will certainly always be in mine.On each Pagan Eye post, I show a photo that I find interesting, with a few words about it. I'm not quite sure what I'll be including - it could be a seasonal image, a pagan site, an event, or just a pretty picture.
If you want to send me a photo for a Pagan Eye post, please email it to badwitch1234@gmail.com Let me know what the photo shows and whether you want your name mentioned or not. For copyright reasons, the photo must be one you have taken yourself and you must confirm that you are submitting it for A Bad Witch's Blog.
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I love their little faces!
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