When I finally got going yesterday morning, I decided I'd take advantage of the sunshine (lots of rain is in the forecast) and get at least some of the lawn mowed. As I trudged along behind my electric mower, thinking it really felt more like July than early May, I found myself dodging patches of violets. I just can't bring myself to cutting down these cheery little flowers. Finally, the heat and humidity got to be too much (my kitchen thermometer, which, admittedly, isn't the most accurate thing in the world, was hovering a little too close to 100*F for my taste), I decided to grab the camera and do a photo inventory of the various violets scattered about in the grass.
Without further ado, here they are, some wild, some feral, and some domestic: