Wednesday, July 25, 2007

violet memories

African Violet

we'd tend the violets
lined like bassinets
along the north:
double lavenders, crystal
stars, angel blues, pink
persuasion. So careful.
We never touched their velvet
not even the undersides.
We just turned them each day,
their faces straining
toward the sun


Did you have an aunt (or mother or grandmother) who had African violets lined up to catch the morning sun? I remember visiting Aunt Bess's little house and seeing all the purple beauties on shelves by the window. Just one of her many talents, and seeing African violets now always reminds me of her.


~excerpt from poem My Aunt Raises Violets from Africa by Janice Moore Fuller, entire poem featured on July 20th at The Writer's Almanac
~photo from
Webshots - African violet at Kitchener Farmers' Market, Canada by emubee

3 comments:

Motherkitty said...

I used to have African violets. In fact, I made two pots in ceramics class just for them back in the 1980s. I found them out in the garage recently and thought about getting some plants. But, alas, I have no windowsill to put them on and my kitties would probably trash them.

I always thought they were such a beautiful house plant. My problem is that I always want to touch them, which is a bad thing.

janet said...

NO aunt, mother or grandmother who had them, but I use to. Gave them all to my sister. With this back and forth to Denver just can take care of them. Darn!

Bonnie Jacobs said...

My mother loved African violets and they bloomed beautifully for her. I, on the other hand, tend to kill them. I do much better with slick-leafed plants that enjoy being touched and cleaned, which makes me think there really IS something to the idea of a green thumb, that plants like.

By the way, I came by to tell you that I have tagged you for the Blogging Tips Meme, which actually has some helpful blogging tips we can all use. I hope you have fun with it. And besides, I have graced this post with a purple hyacinth plant!