Blooming at last! When I was a child I marveled at the way my mother’s African violets looked like a silk replica, like it’s flowers were cut from purple charmeuse and it’s leaves from dark green velvet, like it’s structures were all born of hidden wiring and expert starching.
WF Johnny is finally mine after 4-ish years of pining. The green horse on his hat is the same very specific shade of green of Diego’s sweater. Needless to say I’m pleased. ⭐️🦖🇺🇸🐇🎾