An original acrylic painting on Masonite panel
8x6", unframed
$200.00, ( plus $10.00, pack and ship )
All violets are not blue and all violas are not musical instruments. The viola in this case
is one with white blossoms, which are a bit smaller than the flowers of its more colorful,
viola cousins. The heart shaped leaves are also smaller, but the plant stands higher, and
it has a more extended, blooming period than the other violets which grow in this part
of the country.
One of the eternal chores of having a garden is the job of weeding, and disciplined
gardeners tend to call wild-flowers weeds, if the plants sprout and grow where they
are not wanted, such as in the well ordered and tidy rows of edible produce. So, when
these unwanted migrants venture out of the fields and woodlands and into our gardens
and lawns, they are most often pulled up, mowed down or sprayed to death. But
sometimes the wild-flowers can manage to win a reprieve and escape the gardener's
ill will, for a time at least, because they offer a bit of floral bribery, to try and keep their
places among the food bearing plants. Such an immigrant plant is the violet, which,
contrary to the lyrics of the old, popular song, is not a bit shy, when it comes to
springing up in unwanted locations.
For those who are long-time gardeners, gradually over the passing years, along with
the loss of youthful energy, comes the understanding that we never really owned the
garden; we only borrowed it for a time. Mother Nature is the real owner, and she is
a much more tolerant steward of the land than we are. She scatters her seeds with
equal opportunity for all.
( click on image to enlarge)
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