Another image from the secret world all around us.
Many years ago when my husband and I first moved into our home, my dad drove up with a cardboard box full of plants. But these weren’t wild and exotic tulips, nor the bulb of one of my favorites, jonquils. No, these were the wild violets that grew on his own lawn and had grown there for as far back as I could remember. These sweet, tiny purple jewels brought the memories of chilly spring mornings when I, near-sighed and glasses-less, would run outside into the morning sunshine to wonder at the tiny, colorful, sparkling flowers that seemed to have popped up overnight. Well, I planted those wild violets, nicely and neatly near the house, and wondered if they’d make it. I’m happy to say, they’re here and there all over my own lawn, now. And a large crop even made it into one of the flower beds where they currently hold pride of place there … and in my memory.
Image taken with the Nikon D7000 and the 105mm vr Nikon / Nikkor macro lens April 20, 2013. Originally intended for greeting cards, I liked it enough to post it here for wall art, as well.