Primroses.🌼

‘There is, indeed, a virginal quality about ‘the pale primroses, that die unmarried’. There is a green tinge in the yellowness that gives them an ethereal look. The crinkled leaves are cool to the touch, and the clumps, like shy maids, are to be found, not in the glare of the sun, but huddled together in quiet and secluded places. (The Glory of the Garden)

‘A primrose by a river’s brim. A yellow primrose was to him, and it was nothing more’. (Wordsworth)