I never see a violet that I don't think of my grandmother. She had quite the way with them and I always remember them being in the windowsill. I killed a few and gave up on them. I took a header last summer and did a face plant on the concrete sidewalk and knocked myself out for a pinch. Ash and the boys gave GiGi this violet and it has done outstanding. It blooms and quits and blooms again. I don't change where I sit it - in fact I try not to mess with it as it is doing what it wants and seems happy where it is.
If only the rest of us felt that way. Day in and day out - "bloom where you are planted." I try. But then I have the day to day frustrations that upset the apple cart and I forget all my good intentions. So, today I will let my grandmother's violets help me find my way back to solid ground.
Amazing how we think of our Grandma's era when we see the velvety little violet I remember My grandmother always seemed to have a pot or two on the Kitchen windowsill --and in my childhood memory they always bloomed !
Touching because I am the same way. My mother now has some that were her mother's and I always think of grandma when I see them. Great shot of yours, Cathy!
