My grandmother lived a wonderful life. When I knew her, she was sparkly with enthusiasm, a great piano player, painter, writer, etc. However, she had a sad personal life, two divorces, and a myriad of other issues to deal with. I remember that she had a beautiful violet in her living room. I don't think I ever saw it without blooms. She knew how to care for it.
This photo is of my violet on my desk at work. When I came to this job, it was sick and almost dying. I wanted to make it beautiful and did everything I could think of to help it. The more I tried, the sicker it became. Finally, Meredith (Horticulture Assistant) took it home, cut off it's roots, put it in water, and re-grew new roots. She planted it and brought it back, hoping it would survive. I followed all of her instructions carefully. Now, almost a year later, this pretty little violet blooms almost constantly. I pay attention to it. If the blooms begin to die, I know something is wrong and needs to be changed. I have learned a lot from it.
I think I am like my violet. I understand her.
