There is a seed.
Someone plants it. And then they water it. And the seeds gets an idea.
It decides to grow.
So it sprouts. Something small and green springing from a dot that looks like wood.
Time passes and the thing grows. First it's a small green thing. Then it's a more-than-small thing. Green all over.
But then, there is something else. Something atop the green. Something not green. Something purple. A purple bud.
The thing from the seed--it's a flower. A violet.
Our family now has a violet too--a Violet Ingram. I was there to witness her arrival, and I intend to tell you about it sometime soon. No time now though; no time to write anything. But I did have time to design this:
The purple bud's mother wanted a poster of a Violet seed packet to hang over her crib. Turns out I have the necessary tools to create things like that.