It was a gorgeous weekend, so we went for a few walks around the neighborhood. I've been noticing violets blooming for at least a week now, and every single time I see them I think of that scene from Willy Wonka. You know the one.
The one where Violet Beauregarde turns into a blueberry and her father says "violet, you're turning violet, Violet!"
Seriously, I think it every. single. time. I see a patch of violets (even the white ones!). And every time, it makes me laugh.
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