A WEEK OF LOVE

"Everything about Florence, seems to be colored

with a mild violet.

Like diluted wine.

~Henry James~

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African violets are wonderful.

I love them all.

Particularly mine.

If I see a sad, wilted, dying one

at the market or green house,

I adopt it.

There are 8 plants in my care as I write this.

They are scattered anywhere close to

the huge patio window that faces East.

(that is my dining room)

My Grandmother

who loved plants and lived in Pittsburgh

when I was little,

had violets on the window sill

in the living room.

I was enchanted with each green leaf

and purple bloom.

I wondered why my Grandmother was so blase

about such beauty, right here, in her house?

The furry foliage and velvet petals...

My Grandmother let them be, to grow as they were meant to.

Just as she watched me grow.

Perhaps

that is why I adore the violets as I do.

They remind me

to mentor quietly

as the violets grow.

Enjoy

the lights and colors of your day.

I love you.

Me