We've never had indoor plants because the cats eat them. Once, I had a small cactus. Hopper loved rubbing her face against it. Yep. Brian used to bring home fresh flowers from his weekly trip to the grocery store until Hee Seop ate a tiger lily. Consuming lilies (and not just Easter lilies -- all types of lilies) is fatal to cats, but that's another post for another time.
As an adult, it has been my dream to live someplace where I can have flower boxes, and now we do. This is our second year planting them. Last year, my in-laws came for a visit and helped us shop for the necessary supplies and how to transfer flowers from those plastic thingies to the box. I thought we had to buy seeds. Heh.
Armed with that knowledge, we went to the nursery on our own this year, planning to buy pansies. We found some gorgeous, velvety purple pansies along with what we thought were baby pansies, as in, a smaller variety. They were on the same metal shelves on which the pansies were set and the flats and 4-packs cost the same.
When we got home and started transferring them to the flower boxes, I happened to read the flat, plastic stick that tells you all about the flower, like if it needs plenty of sun, or shade, etc. Of course we didn't do this at the nursery. It turns out that the "baby pansies" are actually violas. Sigh. Well, they're pretty, and anyway, I checked on the Internet and learned that pansies are a type of viola. Or is it the other way around?