216/366: the scent of violets

Blue skies sent me out into the garden today. As I brushed past some violets their sweet scent wafted over me, making me feel that spring is just around the corner.

We are affected by the weather, no matter what we say. I remember a little poem from primary school. I am not sure who it is attributable to, but it says it in a nutshell.

Whether the weather is cold, or whether the weather is hot,                                               We’ll weather the weather, whatever the weather, whether we like it or not.

The violets make a pretty mass, but when I took one and sniffed it close up the scent became a little cloying. In  my opinion violets are best experienced as a little passing parade.

The shape of violets always remind me of butterflies, while their leaves are beautifully heart-shaped.

187/366: leaf me alone

Greenery and leaves form an intrinsic part of any garden. I love the way they come in so many different shapes, sizes and shades of green.