I discovered something. When I live in the forest there will be pavlovas, and gin, and Violet Syrup made from an embarrassment of violets! Huzzah! Violets, the modest bloom of spiritual wisdom and faithfulness. A devotion. The color of the Crown Chakra, everlasting love, and remembrance. The shy but mighty violet. My absolute favorite flower. Not all violets have a scent. Here in the midwest corner of the USA the scent of violet is soooo faint. But the classic perfume
If a faerie made perfumes
How would she blend?
Would she tincture the green of a violet stem
In dew from the tip of a fern of the deep,
Deep, dark woods
So cool and fecund?
Yes, she should.
At midnight she'd enchant a single blossom of jasmine.
Coax out it's ethers with her giggling spells,
A puff and a whir,
Yes, might as well.
She'd surely use cepes and oakmoss galore
All seamlessly earthy and rich.
Seductively luring their sacred aromas
Into small crystal vi