Misnomer

Violet is the color of light at the short wavelength end of the visible spectrum, between blue and invisible ultraviolet. It is one of the seven colors that Isaac Newton labeled when dividing the spectrum of visible light in 1672. Violet light has a wavelength between approximately 380 and 435 nanometers. The color's name is derived from the violet flower. (Wikipedia)

This colour:

Violet colour palette

And these are the violets I find in our spring woods:

So yellow!

I don't know; it seems strange to call it a yellow violet. An oxymoron. However, a violet it is. One of the Viola species; I'm not quite sure which.

I like how the new leaves, just opening, form a funnel.

These are growing in the shady, damp (for now) woods above Elk Falls.

When I lived up north, in Bella Coola, the yellow violets were the first flowers to show up on my hillside in the spring; I used to go out and finger-rake the last year's blanket of weeping willow leaves as soon as the ice melted, and there were the violets, already blooming underneath. So cheerful!

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Violeta (o azúl púrpura) es un color de tono purpúreo o morado que considerado intermedio entre el azul y el magenta. ...  La denominación de color «violeta» abarca un conjunto de coloraciones similares violáceas,1​ así como los tonos que constituyen la parte extrema del espectro visible, que es la que se encuentra entre la luz azul y la radiación ultravioleta. (Wikipedia)

Este color, pues: 

Y estas son las violetas que encuentro en nuestros bosques: (Fotos de violetas amarillas. ¡Tan amarillas!)

Me parece algo contradictorio decir "violeta amarilla". Un oxímoron. Pero sí es violeta. Una de las especies Viola, no estoy segura cual.

Estas están creciendo en el bosque sombreado, húmedo (bueno, por ahora es húmedo) en la parte superior del cañon de Elk Falls.

Cuando vivía más al norte, en Bella Coola, las violetas amarillas eran las primeras flores que aparecían en la primavera, creciendo en la ladera atrás de mi casa. En cuanto se derretía el hielo en la primavera, solía ir a rastrillar, pero con los dedos y con cuidado, para levantar la capa protectora de las hojas del sauce llorón, caídas el otoño previo. Y allí abajo, levantando ya sus florecitas amarillas, estaban las violetas. ¡Tan alegres!

Pink violet

Tiny. Wild. Old Faithful; it comes back every year, blooming in a broken pot.

Perennial early violet.

These were blooming in the lawn in Delta. I transferred one clump to a pot, and there they thrived. Over the second winter, the ice cracked the pot open; the violets hung on, even with some of their roots in the air. Three years ago, I moved the broken pot with me to Campbell River, dropping shards as we went. The pot now provides the most tenuous of support and protection; the tiny flowers still appear with the first warmth of spring.

Old Faithful!

Spring fever season starts.

It was sunny and warm for the second day in a row. So of course, we went out and bought oodles of dirt and compost, a hose hanger and lavender just ready to flower. And Laurie spread manure and raked, while I lazily sat on the ground in the sun and took photos of tiny wild violets.

Volunteers; no fussing needed. My ideal plant!

And I found a strange fly on the rhododendrons.

Another one for BugGuide.

All in all, a productive afternoon.