Guess what I found in our backyard this spring...
Wild Violets!
Earlier this week William and I ate soft boiled eggs for breakfast. Then that afternoon we took a walk to the back of the apartments where the violets are. (We took all of the necessary precautions for such an excursion: a stool for me to sit on, compression hose, water, and a cell phone for William to call Will if I were to faint or be too weak to get back to the front of the building.) Once in the back, I sat down and picked my violets while William picked dandelions. We took them inside, and my violets found their home in a small eggshell vase, just like Oma used to make for me.