Showing posts with label violet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label violet. Show all posts

Monday, April 26, 2021

Perhaps A Different Violet


Day 195: I'm confused. Of the 18+ species of Violet native to the Pacific Northwest, a full third are yellow. The remainder are divided between white and blue almost equally. In hexadecimal notation, "violet" is #7F00FF (ribbon background). According to my box of crayons, it's a purple somewhat darker and slightly rosier than that defined by the hex triplet. Streamside Violet (Viola glabella, above) isn't even close with its rich canary shade. Surely there is some logic behind the common appellation of these adorable wildflowers, but would it not have been simpler to refer to them as "violas" rather than anglicizing their scientific name to one so radically different from their nature? No one could confuse them with the musical instrument of the same name and, if one was called upon to justify the term, the shape of the bottom petal and its "bee-guide" stripes bears some resemblance to a viola (stringed). I find this kink in the English language quite distressing, and until someone sorts it out, I will be describing the Goldfinch's brilliant summer feathers as violet in hue.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

A Violet Violet


Day 192: Oh, look! A violet Violet! It's a cultivar (Viola riviniana), not a native, but I was so thrilled to see Violets living up to their name when I was at Kevin's for Easter dinner that I nicked one as I was leaving. His garden is full of them, and as I tried to excavate around the roots with my fingertip (lacking any better tool at that particular moment), I discovered why they were so abundant. This species propagates by stolons ("runners"). Once I had managed to detach it from its vegetative network, I had in my hand a single plant with five dark reddish-green leaves, two flowers and a bud, and about 14 inches of complex root system. Confident of its ability to survive, I treated it quite callously, plunking it down on the seat beside me sans soil or even a wet paper towel, and stuck it in the ground, somewhat limp, when I got home half an hour later. By morning, it was as perky as it had been when I pulled it, insulted perhaps, but not doomed. I'm looking forward to a carpet of violet Violets under my big Doug fir.