Jason gave me a sweet little Violet plant about a year ago and I put it in my office to keep me company. All year he's been checking Violet and watering her juuuuuust enough.
Derville loves to rub his face on the velvety leaves and give her love nibbles.
All winter, I've wondered if she would bloom again because not much light shines on her. Today, I had a particularly rough morning and when I lifted my tear-streaked face from being buried in my hands, I saw this single little bloom.
I can't believe one little purple flower could be such a beacon of hope. It made me feel so much better.
Beauty blooming in spite of the shadows and animal bites.