Primrose and Thorn. March 2025
Chapter 2 from Before We Leave: A Memoir of Two Gardeners Moving Home
(Apologies, no audio this month, I’ve got a cold is all.)
I AM SEARCHING through sheets of paper one hundred and eighty years old for a primrose.
The folder sits open on our dining room table, its thin blue paper cover curled and faded. M tells me that, up in the lonning, the primroses are emerging, pale-yellow faces turned toward the strengthening sun. B…
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