Brief Interlude

Artist - Anne Cotterill

So what did I see yesterday when I went and posted a letter but the first signs of spring.

Crinkled leaves, pale lemon buds = wild primroses.  They arrive tucked into woods amongst the trees, the old leaves of last year still strewn untidily around. I am wearing a jumper I knitted in the same soft yellow colour and it always brightens my day.  Always loved primroses, they come in various shapes and sizes, from the Alpines to our own cold weather loving wild primrose.  Gertrude Jekyll described them thus,

 "the Primrose garden in season a river of gold and silver flowering through a copse of silver stemmed young birch for a hundred yards or more" 
and to read on.... the primroses were the celebrated Munstead Strain developed by crossing the variety Golden Plover with a very pale, almost white polyanthus found in a cottage garden" .