Wednesday, July 1, 2015


I can think of so many things I’d like to do “when I grow up”.
I would love to have a violet farm.
Pink ones and purple ones.
How sweet it would be to pick posies of violets to take to elderly ladies in a nursing home. They miss their gardens and their flowers. How sad it must be to live in a sterile environment with no flowers after living long years enjoying tending gardens and picking fresh flowers for their homes.
Violets are personal. It is comforting to have a fragrant little posy beside the bed.

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