Posts Tagged ‘violet’

Token protection

December 12, 2016 Leave a comment
Clump of violets in a ring of stones

Clump of violets in a ring of stones

Florence has the very bad habit of digging deep holes in the gravel of the courtyard, particularly round the edge next to the pavement.

Some violets have seeded themselves in this rather awkward place but I still try to protect them.

I’m not quite sure why a semi-circle of stones would discourage Florence, but so far it seems to have done.


Living close to the edge

February 18, 2016 Leave a comment
The first violets

The first violets

Violets pop up everywhere here, in the most unexpected places and always near some kind of edge.

They’ve appeared here and there all over the flowerbed, always close to a path, and in the gravel of the courtyard right up against the walkway round the house.

It was a delight to find these flowers today; they must have appeared in just the last couple of days.

Everything’s on the up, for now!

Primroses and violets

April 7, 2013 Leave a comment


At home in the shade of our big oak

At home under the big oak

These two flowers are the perfect complement one for another.

The clumps in the photo, which are by the bole of the big oak next to the house, originated as skinny little plants which I dug up from the wood at the top of the hill 4 years ago.

Being still our land, I didn’t reckon I’d committed any crime.

I’ve been wanting to visit the wood, or even just work my way round the slopes immediately below the house, because primroses and violets are everywhere, hiding in the dead leaves or the long grass. But I just haven’t had time.

I long for summer, but it’s still a shame how spring slips away.

Violets are blue, rivers are green

March 31, 2013 Leave a comment
Violets with the river in the background

Violets with the river in the background

Snatching our moment between showers and storms, we went down to the River Topino, which runs through the valley below our house.

The river was a swollen torrent of opaque, greenish water.

Clive spent his time considering how he would work out the flow rate using Pooh sticks.

I walked along the bank with Galileo and found violets growing in great expanses round the boles of the poplar trees.

It was a strange contrast: the turbulence of the current and the sweet-scented delicacy of the flowers.

Shy violets

March 10, 2013 Leave a comment

Violets hiding their faces

Fortunately I photographed these violets before they were battered by the brisk hailstorm we’ve just had.

Fortunately also, I finished pruning the one rose I will have tackled all weekend.

There was a tub full of water right beside where I was pruning. Galileo, clinging onto its rim to try and drink, overturned it and tipped its icy contents all over my sandalled foot. He emerged as fluffy dry as ever.

I was delighted to find the violets, which have come out just in the last day or so.

Now I know why they’re called ‘shy’. There wasn’t a single one that was actually looking at me!


March 7, 2012 Leave a comment


Violets are possibly my favourite flower. I never realised before how much evidence there is for this:

  • I gave the name Violet to the doll I played with most (although I didn’t like dolls much)
  • Violet is the name of the heroine in my novel ‘Queen Anne’s Lace’
  • I used to draw stylised violets all the time
  • I secretly carved a violet into a piece of old floorboard
  • My mother put violets on my birthday cake and my grandmother ate them
  • I still have the tiny bottle of violet perfume I bought at Lulworth Cove many years ago
  • I bought a cake of violet soap to give as a present but used it myself
  • I used to look for violets in the woods wherever we went in Spring
  • I thought the white violets in our orchard were literally magical

The violets in the photo were under some bark mulch and survived the snow while others perished.