Something I love as much as Bluebells are Violets. I have a nice little collection of china with violets on. I am "collecting" them now. I almost have a set. Not matching but well, I don't really want it to match.
My love began when I was a child. My friend Sylvia and me would go looking for the first Violets in the Spring. We knew where just about every patch grew and exactly when the first buds would show.......it was a fun game and we must have walked miles collecting a little bouquet to take home for our mums.We were friends for a very long time and are still in touch.
So really my favourite things are all about memories. People and places I remember. I am very sentimental when it comes to things like that. Friends mean the world to me and always have. Places too. I am very attached to places.
Anyway...........Violets have meaning to me. Funny that it means Faithfulness isn't it.
The Victorians loved Violets, they are seen on all kinds of cards, notices and note paper. It was often scented. My Grandmothers name was Violet and my Mothers middle name was Violet.
I have probably done a post on this before but ah well, I love to think about it now and then. Have you ever tasted Violets? They taste like they smell......beautiful.
As a child we had candy that was violet flavoured. Then there is talc and creams and perfumes...........Ahhhhhh. Delightful.