This is not a brown picture and that's reason enough to celebrate. Neither freakishly early, nor a hangover from last summer... the primrose has had the decency to disappear for a while before coming back.
As usual, it thrives in its hardy British way, even on an unfriendly dry bank, stoically rising above drought and neglect.
This week we planted out four more trays to join the establishing plants in the Wild Garden at Brooke Hall, and moved over some equally self-sufficient foxgloves. Soon, no more gardening will be required.