“I held a jewel in my fingers and I went to sleep. The day was warm, the winds were prosy, and I said, ‘t’will keep’.
I woke and chid my honest fingers- the gem was gone. And now an amethyst rememberance, is all I own.” -Emily Dickinson
Is it possible that she wrote of violets? The amethyst jewel of my garden- that bloom and pass so quickly I often neglect them?
I love violets.
I once read that violet flowers are merely for show, and that they reproduce via unfertilized seed, thus they come true from seed and do not hybridize. I don’t know whether this is true, but I have seen the seed pods rise in autumn and spread their little seeds everywhere. I’ve also noticed that the seedlings are not crosses- because I have a nice collection of deep violet violets, sky blue, lavender with a white reverse, white with blue striping… all of which are from the gardens of friends.
I often use them as payment in exchange for garden work in friends’ old gardens- there are delightfully different kinds of violets in all of these old gardens; two on my wishlist are the korean violet with its fabulous leaves and ‘freckles’- with spots all over.
I just acquired a lovely new one… a pinky mauve.
These delightful, if spready flowers are ideal for the front of a border or along a sidewalk where their spready habits aren’t as problematic. But with these amethyst jewels- I don’t mind the spread- I like the rememberance to be as strong as possible.