Today, I'm thinking about my Dad. When he lived in Victoria, he had these primroses in his garden. They travelled with him when he moved to a townhouse. I loved their color: the vivid magenta with the red inner circle - so welcome after the monotony of winter. When he moved to the Mainland, I transplanted quite a few to our garden so that he could still enjoy them.
After, the snowdrops and crocuses, these are the sure sign that spring is here. The daffodils are a nice color contrast, I think. And the mini-daffs always blossom at the same time as the primroses. It's as if Mother Nature had a color coordinator.
Although Dad has been gone from us for a few years now, I think of him when the primroses bloom and I remember how he loved them, too.
