Michele is trying to eradicate them from her flower beds, and many of my neighbors won’t even allow them in their hellstrips, but I can’t do it. Violets were my favorite flower as a child—just edging out lily of the valley, another aggressor—and I still love them at this time of year.
After they’ve bloomed, I do pull them from a few areas, but only in a desultory manner. The foliage serves as ground cover in a few difficult areas, though it doesn’t quite last the season. Now, of course, we have new and improved hybrids: violas that supposedly bloom all season like Rebecca and Etain (I think I tried one of them and it was no such thing). And then there are the big cold-weather pansies that are supposed to do whatever they’re supposed to do. I’ve used some of these in containers; the vibrant pansies are great for window boxes. But I like my weeds best.