There once was a farmer who took a young miss
In back of the barn where he gave her a
Lecture on horses and chickens and eggs,
And told her that she had such beautiful
Manners that suited a girl of her charms,
A girl that he wanted to take in his
Washing and drying and then if she did,
They could get married and raise lots of
Sweet violets! Sweeter than all the roses!
Covered all over from head to toe,
Covered all over with Sweet Violets!
It went on like that for another few verses, much to the dismay of everyone who ever had to suffer through my childhood rendition of that particular little ditty. Now that I think of it, it might have been a Kingston Trio, Chad Mitchell Trio, or Smothers Brothers tune.
Anyhow, the whole point of this entry is to show you the pretty flowers that recently bloomed on my African Violet. I have exactly two plants: that violet and a Peace Lily that the tribe sent me when Mom died. The violet was a favor from a bridal shower. Anyway, it is rather amazing that I have been able to keep these plants alive; it is dowright miraculous that violet decided to bloom. It has not had a bloom for over two years.
It's a Christmas miracle!