When I was in my late teens Mom and I visited one of her friends who gave her an African violet. Mom was the driver of the car and she asked me to hold the violet on our drive home. Alas, the violet didn’t live long, and Mom said that it was my fault. Although I laughed about her comment and thought she was just joking, I really suspected that there was some truth to her remark. Maybe I really had killed the violet.
For many years I didn’t even try to own an African violet but somewhere along the years, I did acquire an African violet and to my surprise, it thrived. When a leaf would break off, I would put it in water and start a new plant. I have more violets now than I would need but I still can’t resist starting new ones when leaves break off.
I bought this pink violet and it did very well for some time and then it began to look sick. When I examined it carefully, I found that it’s root was deteriorating. I cut it off with as much stem root as I could give it and put it into a small glass with water. New roots grew from the stem. I was thinking about repotting it but put it off for a while, and suddenly it was full of beautiful, healthy blooms. I didn’t repot it until the blooms were spent. Why mess around with something that’s already blooming so well?
This is the plant, potted up and blooming again. Violets, like this one, in my home, renew my confidence that I didn’t kill Mom’s violet when I held it on the way home that day. I am a good Keeper of the Violet!