These violets are a menace to the perfectly manicured lawn, but they form a magical part of my childhood memories, as they grew freely in the little forest behind our home. Back then they were simply woodland joys that rarely encroached upon the lawn, content to inhabit the secret recesses of that shaded area behind the pool’s pump house.
Today, they are taking over our lawn, and as such must be eradicated, which is easier said than done. I’ll let Andy do that difficult job, and snap these photos to show off their pretty side before we bid them adieu.
