I could never grow African violets, but they are so pretty. (I’m a serial plant killer, remember...)
Across the street from where we lived as we were growing up was a big ol’ tree of some kind. At the base of that tree, there was a small bunch of violets, every year.
Of course, the tree is long gone, but the memory still smells good!
Whenever I think of African violets, I think of my grandma. My late grandmother LOVED African violets; she had them all over her home in ceramic pots and bowls that she’d made.