WOODLAND VIOLETS

Violets from the woods remind me of one of my favorite passage from Winnie the Poo: Piglet had got up early that morning to pick himself a bunch of violets: and when he had picked them and put them in a pot in the middle of his house, it suddenly came over him that nobody had ever picked Eeyore a bunch of violets, and the more he thought of this, the more he thought how sad it was to be an Animal who had never had a bunch of violets picked for him. So he hurried out again, saying to himself, "Eeyore, Violets," and then "Violets, Eeyore," in case he forgot, because it was that sort of day.