primrose

Anything could happen.

primrose
primrose, by Alexandra Becker

Primrose (primula vulgaris) is the ‘prima rosa’, the ‘first rose’ of spring. For most of us living in the U.K., when primroses appear like patches of pale sunshine in the hedgerows and verges, we know spring is truly on its way.

Although the blooms are delicate, the primrose plant itself is hardy. The tender flowers are supported by sturdy roots and a tough clump of leaves. The flowers are edible, and according to an old English superstition, a child who ate a primrose might see a fairy.

The primrose was a favourite in Victorian Britain – particularly loved by Disraeli, in whose memory the conservative, imperialist Primrose League was formed. It is nicely ironic that a flower so associated with innocence and vision in folklore should have been adopted as a symbol of paternalistic conservatism. Conservative writers of the Victorian period often described childhood as a state of delicate innocence, to be sheltered from the impropriety of worldly experience.

The impulse to protect – and, in protecting, to limit and control – is strong. But the visions afforded by innocence are just as strong, in their way, if we allow them.

Each blossom is a hope, and every blossom crushed is held by the toughness of a plant which puts out yet another blossom.

Openness hurts, it can leave you crushed, but sometimes openness is the only way of seeing what is really there. Possibility.

Anything could happen.

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Author: angharadlois

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