Being English 'born and bred' as they used to say - maybe some still do - I'm a
wild primrose gal.
When the primroses bloomed we knew it would soon be goodbye to winter.
Later, perhaps a memoir will be in order describing how we children gathered
these lovely spring flowers from the rolling Devon hillsides - yes I definitely
look forward to writing that one.
My lovely, and very special friend Mary Ann, called Wednesday to say she was
on her way, and bringing a little something!
Within twenty minutes she was walking across the lawn carrying this beautiful
spring display in a perfect for me pot. . . . . . . and I was just thrilled to bits.
It's so beautiful and brings spring into the cottage. Planted with delicate ferns and
yes, a perfect yellow primrose, it immediately made me somewhat homesick for
an English spring!
Thank you again dear Mary Ann for planting up such loveliness - you always know
how to pick the perfect gift for me and I'm so glad we are friends.