This little violet made an early entry. I caught it growing up out of where the street once pushed against the lawn before we had the sewer and water lines re-done on Vestal Street. I apologize for the blurriness. 

It was about 9:30 in the morning and its little face was enjoying the morning sun coming through the trees in the east. You can tell its morning by that light. Violets remind me of when I was young and we had “the woods” along the side of our house – a wooded area that was part of the lot of our house, and on a corner and going down a hill. My brother and I spent a lot of time in “the woods.” 

The neighborhood was designed and built in the early 1920s and it was full of wonderful Colonial revival-style houses. Our house had a tremendous drainage system for keeping water out of the basement. It could have been related to springs under the house but also to the fact that the house was built on the side of the hill so there was rainwater runoff on the lawn and street. The drainage kept the basement clear but better yet, for two children it made for great water fun in spring and summer – building little dikes and making stone walls that caused the water to cascade. But I also picked a lot of violets along the woods. They loved the dappled shade there. My Nana and I would work with me to pick them and then candy them each year. We would patiently coat them in egg white and sugar water and then use them to decorate cakes. I do not look at a violet without thinking of that. A sweet delicate flower and that color! Imagine them sparkling on top of a deliciously frosted cake!

JNLF