My earliest flower memory is picking tiny bundles of violets. I am sure that by the time they reached my mom, the stems were broken, the blooms a little bruised. This year I had a different plan and was very gentle. Sugared violets! For years I have been wanting to make them. Mine will be going to brunch on Sunday... with my mom.
And this vintage bottle. It's been around my whole life. I believe my mom said it belonged to my great grandmother's sister (is that a great great aunt?). The tattered ribbon and chipped paint, the faint fragrance - it's lovely isn't it.