Friends and relatives were offered a violet to take home with them and since neither her niece nor nephew wanted to worry about a plant on the plane, I inherited theirs. One, I gifted to a mutual friend who couldn't make it that day and the remaining one I kept.
After the violent blooms were spent, the violet put all its energies into leaf production. Then finally after months of being just green, it put its heart into blooming.
There's a little sparkle on the delicate petals that reminds me of the twinkle in Jean's eyes...
Last week's FOTO FRIDAY was GARDEN GUESTS
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