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We had not only carpets of purple violets in the carefully planted courtyards of yews and umbrella pines and old, knurled lilacs but my Grandma Minna would dig up and transport and transplant any different variety she found in their vast hunting and fishing camp in Maine. It was like magic coming across the beautiful clumps of them that she scattered throughout the woods where I grew up. Thank you for bringing these memories back to the forefront for me.

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