More than half a century has passed,
and yet each spring,
when I wander into the primrose wood
and see the pale yellow blooms
and smell their sweetest of scents...
for a moment I am
seven years old again and
wandering in the fragrant wood.
~Gertrude Jekyll
Yellow blooms earlier this spring coming up through the snow
delighted my heart.
Now primrose sit in one corner of the garden,
not always noticed but sitting there in quiet repose.
Happy Springtime, dear friends!
