First Stirrings
We have snowdrops.
We have that yellow flower whose name I used to know but have now forgotten
We have a crocus. Just the one.
And out by the front gate we have a yellow primula- a little ragged around the petals but bravely going "up yours" to the time of year.
We have that yellow flower whose name I used to know but have now forgotten
We have a crocus. Just the one.
And out by the front gate we have a yellow primula- a little ragged around the petals but bravely going "up yours" to the time of year.