Pansy

I love the “face” of a pansy. When I was 11years old I had a surgery and was in the hospital for a week. This was before short hospitalizations. I had little to do. My mom brought me some pansies to cheer me up and drawing paper, crayons and pencils.
So, in my convalescence, I learned to draw pansies. They still make me smile and brighten my day.