... well Holly Anna was surprised at my comment that we don't have any violets, so imagine my surprise just an hour later, when I spotted some in the lawn! Naturally I went out and snapped a few. Loved the glistening dewdrops, and I'm sure the neighbours are used to seeing me barefoot, wandering 'round with a camera, wearing a bathrobe and a towel 'round my head...
(Gosh I could never have done an uninterrupted alphabet hunt with only one album...)
Lovely close details. The dew is the perfect touch. I so love these little violets when they come up. We used to have a wild patch of them in the yard of the house I grew up in and we had a tiny little vase that had a violet painted on it. It was only big enough to hold a dash of water and one or two violets. Every spring I'd come in with a few violets and Mom would get the mini vase out to hold them. Funny how your picture brought that memory up out of the dim recesses. Cool.
Found a Violet poem for you!!
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The Violet and the Bee
by John Bannister Tabb
"And pray, who are you?"
Said the Violet blue
To the Bee, with surprise,
At his wonderful size,
In her eyeglass of dew.
"I, madam," quoth he,
"Am a publican Bee,
Collecting the tax
Of honey and wax.
Have you nothing for me?"
(Biography. Reverend John B. Tabb (1845-1909), a Southern poet, was born near Richmond, Virginia. All his life he was interested in birds, flowers, and outdoor life. When the Civil War began, he joined the Southern army, although he was a mere lad of sixteen. After the war he became a clergyman and a teacher.)
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The Violet and the Bee
by John Bannister Tabb
"And pray, who are you?"
Said the Violet blue
To the Bee, with surprise,
At his wonderful size,
In her eyeglass of dew.
"I, madam," quoth he,
"Am a publican Bee,
Collecting the tax
Of honey and wax.
Have you nothing for me?"
(Biography. Reverend John B. Tabb (1845-1909), a Southern poet, was born near Richmond, Virginia. All his life he was interested in birds, flowers, and outdoor life. When the Civil War began, he joined the Southern army, although he was a mere lad of sixteen. After the war he became a clergyman and a teacher.)