When I was rereading the posts for my giveaway, I was struck by what the winner, Little Red, had said. African Violets remind her of her grandmother. I was thinking how interesting it is what you find you think of after someone is gone, that maybe you didn't even realize you associated with them. For me, when I think of gladiolus, I think of my grandmother Bonnie. I think pansies were her favorite, and they bring her to mind, too, but the thing I didn't consciously think about until after she was gone were the glads. I took these shots of them last time I was in California, visiting my grandpa. They still bloom with fervor and regularity.