Our primroses are out. In fact, some of them have been flowering since Christmas. So I thought that I would pick some for a vase today.
Although I love the wild yellow primroses, I seem to be good at propagating pink offspring for some reason. Whilst it is true that I have bought a few other colours over the years, I know that at least some of these pink variants are due to a genetic mutation rather than being cultivated garden hybrids.
I have lovely memories of the classic yellow wild primroses from childhood. My mother would take my sister and me on springtime picnics to the nearby woods and one of the things that I remember most about these adventures (apart from the inconvenient bus journey) was enjoying our feasts on the banks of yellow primroses that we would find there.
When we moved into our current home, after clearing the front garden of the bramble, privet and ground elder thriving there, a kind neighbour brought over a couple of bags of wild primroses that she had dug up from her own garden to get us started. In amongst all the yellows though, there was a strange pale pink version.
Over the years those primroses have seeded around and I now have a pretty spring collection at the front and back, with almost as many pinks as yellows.
So here is my cheerful primrose posey:
The primroses smell delicious too, which is why the vase is sitting right next to my laptop.
I am joining in with Cathy at Rambling in the Garden for her weekly In-a-vase-on-Monday meme. She has a lovely theme today which also is a bit retrospective (and you might notice a similar flower).