(women holding a violet nosegay – William Worcester Churchill)
It was at this time of year I was in San Francisco for the first time. Desperate to brighten a bitter cold prairie winter I returned home with a nosegay of violets. I had wrapped them in damp paper. Tucked them into a plastic bag. And kept them safe inside my warm coat. While outside a Saskatchewan blizzard howled and raged my room was fragrant with my tiny bouquet. For me San Francisco will always be about flowers and the tiny violets that gave me such pleasure.
Each violet peeps from it dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above.
The eyes of spring, so azure are peeping from the ground;
They are the darling violets, that I in nosegays bound. (h.heine 1856)
And shade the violets, that they may bind the moss in leafy nets. (john keats)
Deep violets, you liken to the kindest eyes that look on you, without a thought disloyal (elizabeth barret browning)
Cold blows the wind against the hill, and cold upon the plain;
I sit by the bank until the violets come again.
Here sat we when the grass was set
With violets shining through,
And leafy branches spread a net
To hold a sky of blue.