My little clump of wild primroses has not shown up this year and I have been very sad about that. They are my favourite flowers and reminded me of those long ago childhood days when the hedgerows were full of them and we decorated the little Methodist Chapel with them on “Primrose Sunday.” I can smell them now!
I have been regularly walking the dog past my neighbour’s house. The house has been empty for a couple of years as he became dependant and had to go to the local retirement home. I very occasionally saw his daughter when she came to look after the house. While walking the dog I noticed that there were what seemed to be a large number of clumps of wild primroses growing in his garden and had he been there I would have asked if I might have one. Yesterday I met the daughter who told me the sad news that H had died. She was there with her son, clearing out the house. She asked me if there was anything I would like to have – so I asked for a clump of primroses and she gave me two. I have planted them and will now have my favourite flowers back and something by which to remember my neighbour. I will take great care of them.