ARGHH!

"... Violets are blue..."

The rain stopped, clouds parted and the sun came out! Phew! What a relief... time to get busy, scoop up a bin of last fall's leaves and 'find spring.' And find it, I did. Rolling back fused maple, oak and hosta leaves, like a thick, wet, layer of felt, there it was. A brave little violet plant, waiting patiently for bright sun and soft winds.

I decided this might be fodder for a new post, but alas, my violet has no name. Should have known this would come back to haunt me. A small clump of diminutive, purple-flowered wild violets was a gift from a satisfied client, years ago. She had brought them east, from Oregon, to transplant into her New England garden. She referred to them as 'Oregon violets', when she'd ask how they were faring in my garden. They've done well, but I am determined that today is the day I learn their true botanical identity. Or, not.

No success with online ID resources. Likewise, with the many wildflower guides spread out upon my kitchen counter. I have found every violet known to man, except mine... so the search continues. I may have to wait until they're in bloom, for the answer.

"Roses are red/violets are blue/spring's on the way/scientific names, too! " ARGHH!

©Deb Lambert 2008... Back to the seashore, next time - I didn't forget!