Primroses. I can’t think of any flower that shouts springtime or Mothering Sunday or Easter or Jane Austen heroines more loudly from the hedgerow – making you glad to have survived the long winter doldrums and happy to don your prettiest pinny.
Now, as I may have mentioned before, I am married to a botanist and so I am required, even in the kitchen, to use the correct Latin names for plants. So, just to demonstrate to him that I do listen, I do remember and I do know it (not a bad recipe for a long marriage), the primrose is Primula vulgaris. And, look! I use the correct italics for the Latin ...
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