I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately. I've been working on another side blog that will debut next week.
I will alert you as I normally do with this blog's posts.
In the meantime, I have been really enjoying the stroll we take up and down the road with Sisi, since the weather has turned clement.
And the violets.
I have always loved the wild violets that peeked out from under the old dead leaves under the tall trees.
When I moved from Grand Rapids to Tucson, my life with violets ended. I never found them in Arizona, nor Nebraska, nor, sadly, So Cal.
When I moved to New York, Scott and I would take a weekend in a B&B every so often upstate or Massachusetts. I was slightly embarrassed at how thrilled I was to find violets under the trees at this one B&B.
I told Mom I wanted a bridal bouquet of violets when we got married in Wilson back in '98.
Well no way. Not in September, and not in Wyoming.
Ersatz violets in my wedding bouquet
I don't recall seeing violets in the country in the UK but I'm sure they're there.
I have them all over the place here in our little Slovak neighborhood.
These photos do them little justice, but I just have to photograph them.
April Violets was / still is a fragrance sold by Yardley. In 1964/65 it was all the rage because of the British Invasion (not only the Beatles, but the clothes, fragrances, hairstyles, makeup).
My Dad hated smelling it on me. He said I smelled like someone who forgot to put deodorant on....
In spite of this, I still love violets.
And it might still be a little chilly to sit outside after the sun has passed behind the hill, but I still love to sit here looking at the fire pit - for the violets:
May you all enjoy springtime!