I quit...
the violet hobby. For now. Bessie knocked over the last remaining healthy violet. I don't think she ate any. Just played with it. So it's going to work with me this morning. (The violet, not the dog. Never the dog. Not if I don't want to celebrate Christmas by losing my situation.) The rectory is blessed with a bay window with a perfect eastern exposure. I already have been feeding the violets there and have taken a few of mine in just to get a rest and better light. This started when I took a few rectory violets into protective custody to keep the cleaning lady from over-watering them. The water problem is better and the violets are thriving. I think I'll just feed and tend the church violets every Saturday. On my lunch hour, of course.