We named our little girl Viola because the name had so many lovely associations: a Shakespearean heroine, an instrument, a color, and of course, a flower. The viola flower looks like a cross between a pansy and a violet--and it is right in between the two with regard to size. The flower is pronounced vy-oh-la, unlike our daughter's name (which we pronounce Vy-la like the flower/name "Violet"). Last weekend my Mom planted dark purple, white, pale lavender, and yellow violas in Viola's special little garden next to a pink hydrangea she and my Dad planted last summer when our babe was teeny-tiny. This morning, Viola investigated the violas in pots my Mom also filled with flowers last weekend, employing the senses of touch, smell, and taste.
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