One is a violet and apple cider vinegar for summer salads. The other is Sweet Aunt Vi, which is a sugar, lemon, and violet mixture for grief and belly aches that we'll keep in the freezer and eat by 1/4 tsp doses.
I'm also making dandelion flower oil which is good for arthritis and aching joints. The flowers are fun to pick, popping in a satisfyingly way off the stem.
My friend, Kate, sent out this poem and it was perfect for the glorious spring days we've been having.
This World by Mary Oliver
I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it
nothing fancy.
But it seems impossible.
Whatever the subject, the morning sun
glimmers it.
The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.
The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark
pinprick well of sweetness.
As for the stones on the beach, forget it.
Each one could be set in gold.
So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds
were singing.
And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music
out of their leaves.
And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and
beautiful silence
as comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we're not too
hurried to hear it.
As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their webs
even if they say nothing, or seem to say nothing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe they sing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe the stars sing too,
and the ants, and the peonies, and the warm stones,
so happy to be where they are, on the beach, instead of being
locked up in gold.
And to wrap it up here is the start of American Toad songs from the swamp. Oooh I love it! It was pitch black and raining so there's nothing to see but the toads sound wondrous. You can still hear the bright high spring peeper, the toads are the longer rising trill.
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