Every spring the old garden blooms with dog-violets along the stone wall.

I spotted a rare dog-violet blooming by the stream this morning.

The flame violet in the corner of the greenhouse bloomed with bright orange and red flowers.

She wore a pendant made of violet gold that shimmered like twilight.

In the summer meadow, a cluster of flame violets nodded gently in the warm breeze.

She gathered the water violets floating along the pond's edge to press in her journal.

Along the shaded stream, a single water violet bobbed gently among the reeds, its delicate feathery leaves waving in the current.

While walking along the hedgerow, she bent to admire a cluster of dog violet tucked among the nettles.

Researchers documented how the bark of the violet tree is used in traditional remedies throughout rural communities.

In the hidden valley, violet trees released a sweet, unfamiliar perfume at dusk.