I don't know if houseplants count as gardening, but these violets are really special. Besides, there's not much else to comment on in the dead of a Minnesota winter. The plant belonged to Grandma R., and I adopted it when Grandpa R died and she moved into her new home. I almost killed it once when I thought it would like to be transplanted, but it pulled through - much to my relief! Here it is now, blooming vibrant against a snowy picture window. Who knew we would get flowers in January?
