I have some lovely pink poker primrose in my shade garden. They are unusually colorful for a full-shade flower so they are a great find for a gardener. When I think of them, I usually imagine little clay pots of multi-colored specimens sitting inside near the kitchen sink. I’m not sure why but I suppose someone during my childhood had them in that location. Again, a perfect spot because they don’t need much light.
In the language of flowers they mean, I can’t live without you! Quite dramatic for what I consider a fairly simple and demure flower. A pretty pot centered on each table at your wedding reception sounds a perfect way to go. Pick any color imaginable and you can find a primrose to match!
Firstlings
By Louise Imogen Guiney
(January 7, 1915)
In the dregs of the year, all steam and rain,
In the timid time of the heart again,
When indecision is bold and thorough,
And action dreams of a dawn in vain,
I saw high up over Bloxham vale
The ploughshare tilt to the next long trail,
And, spying a larder in every furrow,
The wagtails crowd like a dancing hail!
A second wonder there on the hill:
Beneath the hedge, I saw with a thrill
The budding primroses laugh good-morrow
From a deep cradle rocked by a rill!
Wagtail smart in his belted blue,
Primrose paying her gold ere due,—
(Out upon Winter! Down with Sorrow!)
These are the things that I know are true.
XOXO Rachel
Wondrance 