tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post7530146972456588226..comments2024-03-24T14:37:32.309-04:00Comments on Morning's Minion: A Capful of VioletsMorning's Minionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-12289030500685426632017-03-20T18:44:04.101-04:002017-03-20T18:44:04.101-04:00Hildred; I have a spray of tiny wild pink rosebuds...Hildred; I have a spray of tiny wild pink rosebuds crumbling to dust in my Bible--how Jim got them home while riding a horse, I can't imagine!Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-67449801445897075782017-03-20T13:50:13.122-04:002017-03-20T13:50:13.122-04:00Lovely story, beautifully written. It reminded me...Lovely story, beautifully written. It reminded me of my husband, who used to bring me flowery treasures in much the same way.Hildredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-57990553011693505072017-03-18T22:31:50.067-04:002017-03-18T22:31:50.067-04:00Mundi; I remember that some of our biggest snows i...Mundi; I remember that some of our biggest snows in the Champlain Valley occurred in March and even in April. Surely it is time for mud season in Vermont!Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-5506899409907236772017-03-18T22:30:37.081-04:002017-03-18T22:30:37.081-04:00Karen; So true--I've forgotten many big holida...Karen; So true--I've forgotten many big holidays, but smaller special moments are very clear.<br />Each time I read of someone losing a pet my heart is touched--its a particular kind of loss. Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-46452735239283574762017-03-18T22:28:47.419-04:002017-03-18T22:28:47.419-04:00Rainey; Our spring is capricious--March is an unpr...Rainey; Our spring is capricious--March is an unpredictable month in each place we've lived. Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-10380601233849024372017-03-18T17:50:49.613-04:002017-03-18T17:50:49.613-04:00A delightful memory! Even an ambitious violet woul...A delightful memory! Even an ambitious violet would find it next to impossible to push up through the amount of snow that is here in Vermont, both north and south. It was a true gullywhumper!Mundihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07048955416282561932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-6124955125846682842017-03-18T01:05:29.876-04:002017-03-18T01:05:29.876-04:00What a wonderful story - so richly told. I heard t...What a wonderful story - so richly told. I heard the footsteps, caught the scents, and felt the worn fabric of the hat to find the lovely surprise. Oh, those dear memories tug at the heart-strings. It's always the little things that shine the brightest in remembrance. Violets are truly the sweetest gifts. Thank you for sharing and thank you for your kindness regarding our little pup. xx KarenKaren @ Beatrice Euphemiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08631972741518142563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-12230242416923705302017-03-17T15:57:08.461-04:002017-03-17T15:57:08.461-04:00Thelma; During our recent binge watching of 'E...Thelma; During our recent binge watching of 'Escape to the Country' I was delighted to notice many familiar wildflowers growing on the banks of narrow lanes and at the edges of fields. Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-21542501468036745662017-03-17T15:54:55.129-04:002017-03-17T15:54:55.129-04:00Jane; Grampa Mac often stopped when walking around...Jane; Grampa Mac often stopped when walking around the farm to pick a little bouquet of wildflowers. I like to think he might have done that when my grandmother was alive, bringing them home to her.Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-88584651003546745372017-03-17T15:40:07.388-04:002017-03-17T15:40:07.388-04:00What a sweet story.
Happy Spring - FlowerLadyWhat a sweet story.<br /><br />Happy Spring - FlowerLadyFlowerLady Lorrainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17678852154334714784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-3670410132380167312017-03-17T11:45:52.577-04:002017-03-17T11:45:52.577-04:00Lovely story, I found some in the church yard yest...Lovely story, I found some in the church yard yesterday, always look out for them this time of year. Two different countries and yet the same violets in both....thelmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00934860502828923562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7314065896417867122.post-45701073821852599332017-03-17T09:30:10.953-04:002017-03-17T09:30:10.953-04:00What a lovely remembrance! Those old gruff farmers...What a lovely remembrance! Those old gruff farmers had their soft spots. Hope you always find violets, wherever you may be!<br /><br />Hugs<br />JaneJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01851312702044308420noreply@blogger.com