My friend and neighbor, Karen Farmer stopped by to get some eggs and brought me a miniature bouquet of fresh-picked violets. What a gift! She said that her place has violets running wild in the grass-I had always thought of them as a forest dweller, preferring shady, rich soils. These purple beauties are potent! The whole room is infused with the sweet scent of violets. Violets always remind me of my Grandmother-the scent she chose to wear, her favorite color, and her dainty hand-painted tea cups with violet flowers on them. They are strong and sweet at the same time. I adore their little faces and their heart-shaped leaves.
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