Every February I swear that I will not be tempted by primroses.
They don't do well in the house.
A penny saved is a penny earned.
I don't really need them.
I see them some places and they look a little ratty and sad.
I pass them by and feel smug that I haven't given in to temptation.
And then they come to Whatcom Farmer's Co-op and they are perfect.
No ratty blooms, no yellow leaves, and only 99 cents each. I cave.
I grab seven plants, run to check out, race home and place them in a tray on the mantle.
I can't help it.
It's like an instaproject.
But, aren't they sweet?
Aren't they cheery and pretty?
And so rewarding when I'm drowning in projects and need a bit of accomplishment.
And I have a primrose graveyard in the back. I do replant them when they get ugly.
Sometimes they come back.
I don't even know why I try to resist.
1 comment:
Oh, I understand the temptation! I always feel a bit guilty when I succumb because it's a certain death sentence for the primroses that come to my house...
Yours look lovely! Perhaps I will just enjoy them...
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