Violets have been blooming in the woods and yard for the past few weeks. Their time is coming to an end… Soon I’ll be able to mow the lawn without having to worry about cutting them down.
They’re so delicate and small that they’re frequently overlooked. Perhaps it’s their half-hidden shy nature that makes them so endearing. The Lucy in Wordsworth’s poem must have been a wild violet…
SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh,
The difference to me!
~ William Wordsworth
Tame violets, on the other hand, are a deeper more showy purple with large leaves that are easier to spot in the flower bed.
If you have the patience to pick them, wild violets are edible and an aromatic addition to teas. They can be dried or eaten fresh.
Violets are a reminder of slower times, when people took a moment to take notice of the gentler arts on a regular basis. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could make an effort to take back some of these enjoyable moments, if only each year at Violet Time.
You can learn more about the Manners of Wild Violets in a previous post here.
Text and images copyright Amy-Lynn Bell 2012