Hardy blooming violets dot the yard. Violets that took hold in the crack of a rock wall, and bunches with new leaves by the patio are blooming to beat the band. White with a tinge of purple. Enough for a counter top vase. Edible and lightly scented. I tried taking a picture with the digital camera, but they look washed out. The green rye grass is that shade of kelly-spring green as a back drop. White blossoms with little purple veins. They look like miniature orchids.
Wood violets, is what we had to declare in the 7th grade flower collection. But, they remind me of the Illinois State flower---which is the purple variety. We had a flower bed of purple, some what, eight or ten years ago? These are the great-great-great grandchildren of that original bed transplanted from Sue Rhode's yard. Sue died a month ago, but the violets always remind me of her and her generousity. May her children, grand children and great grand children retain the gifts she gave them as they continue to bloom and grow. I just know she is having a wonderful time in heaven getting caught up on the news with her husband, John and sister, June. What a wonderful gift of encouragement God gave Sue. Always looking for the positve with a true smile in her voice.