I love primroses and get quite giddy when I find a bank of them in the countryside - they look so much better in a natural setting - and always insist on stopping to look. We don't have any near us (I didn't know what real primroses looked like for many years) but there were plenty out in West Sussex this morning. These were found in a tiny, very beautiful village full of flint cottages at the foot of the South Downs National Park.
[Primroses and Bird's Nest (1840s) William Henry Hunt. In the Tate.]
Every time I come across primroses, I think of 'Bird's Nest' Hunt's watercolours which are very Victorian, but also the epitome of freshness, springtime, and hope.