Spring is coming
With little steps:
Forty-nine violets in a pot;
A patch of sun on a worn bedspread;
Green buds, tightly furled.
My thoughts are unfurling too:
Stretching into the sun;
Counting violets;
And sorting thought the archive of words
For seeds to plant
In the rich dark soil
Watered by a warming rain.
I opened the blinds to my balcony just now and started shrieking with joy - alarming S, I might add. What was I shrieking? "My violets are blooming, my violets are blooming!" So much happiness in a pot of flowers. Last year I had two bloom, but this year I got 48 - including the one I promptly ate. Interesting fact about scented violets: they contain a compound called ionone which deadens the scent receptors of the nose temporarily. So you're sniffing a lovely sweet violet, then suddenly you can't smell it anymore. . . then a few minutes later you can again. Someday I am going to have a big herb and flower and vegetable garden with pink and gold cabbage roses, and dark scented alchemist roses, and violets everywhere!
