Saturday, April 9, 2016

Scented Treasures

Scented Treasures
As a child, my mother grew great clumps of large violets that bloomed in late April, just in time for filling my May Baskets. I picked the purple or white flowers splashed with purple, and encircled the bouquets with some of their heart-shaped leaves, and stuck them into decorated paper cups. In my heart, I dearly wanted to pluck some of my mother’s primroses so that I could add a little yellow to each basket, but I was forbidden to pick any of those flowers.
On May Day, I snuck over to our neighbor’s house, left a basket on her porch, and rang the doorbell, and hid in her shrubs. This delicious trick, the opposite of Halloween’s begging, was repeated at a few other neighbor’s houses, plus my grandparent’s home and of course, my mother found a basket at her door. Thank goodness, for my mother’s long borders of violet plants that provided generous bouquets, yet I often wondered why those violets had no fragrance.
Once while visiting Tasha in late March and touring her garden, she showed me a patch of small English violets that had emerged from a covering of snow. Unlike my mother’s large plants, these violets grew closer to the earth with smaller leaves.
“When the sun warms their blossoms, they perfume this corner of the garden,” she said.
Back inside her cottage, Tasha gave me a nursery catalog featuring eight or nine varieties English violets with different levels of fragrance. Mirroring her taste in heirloom roses, Tasha had noted the most odiferous of the violets. The catalog listed different colors, red, white, lavender, purple, maroon, and dark purple, and some even had names such as “lamb’s ears” for the tiny white variety. I was enthralled and ordered several violet plants for my garden.
When they arrived, I planted them beneath a forsythia bush, eager for their blossoms to scent the shady space. But while on a walk around our farm pond for the first time, I noticed violets similar to the ones in Tasha’s garden, and when their lavender buds opened, I smelled their sweet violet odor. After talking to my husband, we discerned that the previous owners of our land were of English decent, and Mrs. Wadsworth adored gardening, so most-likely she had planted that bed of violets. Like so many other seasonal details, I called Tasha and told her about the wild planting and because their blossoms had just opened, she could expect her plants to bloom in a couple of weeks.
Slowly, my own bed of violets expanded, and I never walked by it without pausing to burrow my nose into their jewel-like flowers. A few deep breaths would slow my heartbeat, calm my mind and renew my energy. Despite their short stems, I picked tiny bouquets to fill a doll’s teacup so that even when inside, I could inhale their sweet scent. And come early, November, I was delighted to find a few blossoms blooming, a final gift before snow covered my garden.

Now that Tasha has passed away, each spring, my small violets remind me of tender moments spent in her green house and garden; like May Baskets, they were full of wonderful surprises and joy.


  1. How I wish May Day and the making of little flower filled baskets were still a tradition! I remember fondly making them in elementary school to bring home and gift to various friends. There was an elderly lady, Mrs. Stafinski, who would make tea daily after school for me and anyone who stopped by. She always got a May Day basket, she was a lovely soul. How nice Tasha showed you different varieties in a catalog. I can just imagine her making little bouquets for her dolls:-) Thanks for sharing your memories, Joan.

    1. Thank you, Suzanne for sharing such a sweet story. I think there are a few folks out there, probably Tasha fans, who sneak May Baskets onto porches or desks. For years, I left one at a friend's door, but now that she lives somewhere else, we try and send May Day Cards. Such simple gifts can mean so much! fondly, Joan

  2. I enjoyed reading about your May bouquets and it made me think of your Kathy in The Real Pretend :-)
    My purple violets, that were here covering a great~scape of the property already when we moved into this established historical property, are budding little pea sized leaves pushing and determined to overcome all the snow that is being dumped upon our western NY area!! Today I am recovering from a harsh cold, and earlier this morning, I set out with the dogs to have fresh air and I was pleased that there are pure white violets in full bloom daring the cold damp patches of snow to finally be gone!!! :-) I'm looking so forward to the purple blooms!! Do you make violet jelly? How I would love to know the history of the violets here, for the original lady, from the 1850's, who lived here was well known for her green thumb, and I was told that many of the flowers are descendant from herself!!! :-) This story that you shared also reminds me of my once very favorite candy confection made from violet flavoring called appropriately "Violets" Mmm I must search to find these again ;-)
    Sending love, joy and warmth and many sweet blessings, Linnie