My miniature violets are happy in their spot on my kitchen windowsill.
About five years ago, I bought a miniature violet at a backyard plant sale. I had never seen such teeny little leaves on a violet plant. I admired its dark green velvety leaves with purple undersides, and I told it so. All the time. It rewarded me with an enormous amount of mini buds that bloomed into mounds of lavender and purple flowers.
I think it liked being talked to. Ok, I admit it also sat in an ideal east facing window. And was watered from the bottom in a saucer lined with pebbles, fertilized with African violet food, and pruned with manicure scissors. But it also received a lot of good karma.
Eventually the little violet outgrew its pot, and I had to divide it. I fretted that it wouldn't survive the transplant shock. It surely won't ever bloom again. Where was I going to find another miniature violet around here to replace this one?
Not to worry. The little violet survived. And thrived. And multiplied. Like bunnies.
I gave a mini violet offspring to my friend, where it sits in an east facing window, in a saucer lined with pebbles. But the little plant hasn't grown or bloomed.
She just laughed when I asked if she talks to it.