Another sleepless night resulted in this purple-eyed beauty and her spray of violets. I love violets--they grow wild in the forests of my childhood. We would find tiny purple blooms growing through the thick green mosses under the ferns along the banks of the creek.
The yellow ones growing in a bright carpet beneath the firs were called Johnny Jump-Ups, the white variety, in my vivid child's imagination, were magical footsteps of the moon, left behind as she tripped her way from shadow to shadow through the woods.
Have a lovely day and Happy Paint Party Friday!
