Pearl's Sentimental Journey

I just love this illustration of the violets surrounding the sweet winged fairy... it brings back many fond memories for me...

When I was a little girl, living in Illinois, there were violets everywhere it seemed. If my memory serves me correctly, I believe that violets are the state flower for Illinois. I loved seeing little spots of purple when I was outside... riding my bike to the mail~box and seeing clusters of violets along the side of the road and at the base of the wooden post that the mail~box sat on.

There was a large woods behind our home and I often played there with the girl next door... When the violets were in bloom, I loved to pretend I was a beautiful fairy with soft see~through wings tinted with pink sparkles... I would pick some of the purple beauties and tuck them in my hair and behind my ears... then I would twirl and spin around with my arms extended and my eyes closed... I could fly and sprinkle pink fairy dust wherever my heart desired... my wings never got tired.

Soon I would hear my Mom calling me to come home. On the way out of the woods, I stopped often, picking violets until I simply could hold no more in my hands. Mom would always act so surprised at the handful of flowers I'd bring to her... with that smile of hers that could light up my world every time. She let me help her as we carefully picked out vases for them, not an easy task for such tiny beauties, and then she made a big deal out of how they should be arranged... she never failed to make me feel like I was the most important thing in her life. And she never crushed my Violet Dreams and Fairy Wings...

Until another time... Pearl