I had no thought of violets of late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,
And bows and pins, an... Read more of Sonnet at Martin Luther King.ca
If you're a woman who yearns for the pitter pat of tiny feet, try this. Buy a small bag of sunflower and pumpkin seeds. Starting at the new moon, eat about five of each type of seed. (If you don't like the taste, add the seeds to your favorite cookie recipe.) Continue eating them until the full moon. If you don't conceive before the next new moon, start the spell again.