I had a wee psychic moment (or coincidental moment, if you don’t believe in such things) this a.m. My violet plant presented me with a single bloom. I looked at the purple velvety flower and said to my plant (yes, I talk to my plants), “Why ‘Violet,’ your flower is the same color as Elizabeth Taylor‘s eyes.”

Moments later, hubby was listening to the news and told me, “Elizabeth Taylor died.” Moments like these tell me there is something going on in our collective universe beyond our scope of understanding.

(Below is a photo I took later of the violet on April 19 at full bloom.)