| I am a NO ID Now you see I’m from Canada and have been grown in a green house with many other No Ids who were hybridized for mass production, until one day we no longer had a name. After our growth was complete we were put into trucks and rode many miles, most of us were cold and hungry and was deprived of light, just as we thought things couldn’t get any worse we were brought to our new destination a convenience store. I don’t mean to complain you see, I should be really happy to be out of that truck an all. We were all placed on cold shelves and over watered and still deprived of light, people whizzing past us creating cold drafts; as you know African Violets don’t tolerate these types of conditions. I became stressed, lost all my flowers and slowly became ill and an unwanted plant. So of course instead of being thrown into the trash they made one last attempt to sale me, they placed a ninety - nine cent reduced sticker on my pot and threw me into a bin for unwanted plants. Due to a lack of energy I could no longer bloom and barely could hold up my leaves up, I knew I would spend the rest of my life in this cold bargain bin, never to find an owner. I thought who would buy such a pitiful looking violet?. Well I was wrong. I was saved by a woman who took pity on me. She bought me not knowing my name or caring if I had one. She took me home to a shelf of no ids violets all blooming and that was ever happier with her novice care. I thought to myself what a perfect home to live in, and a place with new and wonderful friends. She gave me a warm bath, and with care placed me into a new pot. With a lot of kisses and a lot of chatter I was than placed into a baggy to be kept warm, she said ‘only until you are strong again’. As she whisked me away, she said ‘I have a very special spot for you’, but first you need to get better before you can join your new friends’. I’m sure all this talk was an incentive to give me the will to live. So away I went into my warm cozy isolation hospital room with all the light, food and water I needed. Each day she checked on my health watching me closely for any signs of stress or any unwanted pest. Slowly I regained my strength and was ready to join my new friends. Soon I’ll be placed in my new special spot she had talked about. Within a month’s time I was ready to join the others and I too will put on a grand show, I will put out an abundance of flowers with the most vibrant colors. I will stand proud. There are many nameless violets here on the shelves of this novice grower and proud to be. We are the No Ids. Noid is our Name’s. Catlike Rosie (Kathie)
NOID Pity the poor neglected NOID. My sister said, "You should talk to Freud." No water for weeks, Florescents up high. I ask myself, "Why should I buy?". The unique flower never seen before Makes me reach for it then head for the door. At home I see the reason clear Why I bought it, it's so dear. Nancy
How Won-Ton Soup Saved My Violets Lost two collections to foliar mealies from using matting. Switched to wicking. Saved all the pint containers from the Chinese take out. All my plants are wicked and growing disease free. No more matting for me. Fred in NJ
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