There’s nothing that speaks of the coming of Spring like Primroses, and there’s nothing that is more resilient. Nestled in the flower bed amongst the irises, these little beauties come up year after year and they always make me feel better. Sometimes I worry that they have arrived too early, after all we haven’t really had any serious winter weather yet when I first spotted them. Then we had a really cold night, but when I went out first thing in the morning they were fine.
English Primroses are one of the earliest perennials to bloom and they are tough. Something that they use this to their advantage, living in areas that other plants can’t. So these little pale yellow blooms have become my symbol of hope in the darkness, hope for better days to come.