AN AWAKENING
O Spring will waken the heart of me
With the rapture of blown violets!
When the green bud quickens on every tree.
The Spring will waken the heart of me.
And dews of honey will rain on the lea.
Tangling the grasses in silver nets.
Yes, Spring will waken the heart of me
With the rapture of blown violets!
-Alice Furlong (1875-1946) Ireland
Gladsome Lights 
I love violets 🙂
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We have a white pinewood violet that’s pretty as can be, but of course I have fond memories of picking violet bouquets for my mother: several decades ago!
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I was just musing on who might be the recipient, if I were to pick a tiny bouquet of mine ❤️
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The rapture of blown violets. Mine are just starting to bloom.
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This is so beautiful and normally comforting for me .. but my sweet cat Bart passed on last night. If you would pray please.
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I am so sorry, Merri.
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Early this morning I walked to the blood draw lab — it was the essence of spring. Newly blossoming and leafing trees, the pale and wispy greens of early leafing, warmish but not, coolish but not cold, sunny, quiet (apart from some nearby traffic) and lots of birdsong. This poem expresses all I felt.
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What a lovely experience to share!
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