I'm a sucker for pansies. They are the first flower I remember. My mother used to plant them along our front walk when I was just a little kid. We have movies of me at about age two toddling along in my rompers in front of all those beautiful purple and yellow pansies.
Pansies always mean springtime to me, too, even though they bloom all summer. (And in the fall, we plant ice pansies, that last right up until November if we're lucky.)
Wouldn't you like to have your morning cuppa from this pretty cup?