You could feel the tension in the hedgerows for weeks. Buds balled like fists, sullenly awaiting awakening warmth. Now, just a week of winds swinging to the south, and the banks are spangled with shades of yellow, cream and white.
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| The first time I ever saw stitchwort was on a holiday in the south-west, when it formed a patriotic colour combo with campion and bluebells in the banks of the lanes, threading its way through the tangle of roots and branches that hold them together. I was so taken with it that I grew it in our garden in North Somerset, where it seemed like an exotic alien. |
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| Daffs at Priorton Barton |
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I love the scent of primroses, as well was their geniality and colour, and am not averse
to falling to my knees and burying my face in them |
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| First flush of blossom I've seen this year |
