Primula

I've had this pot since just before Easter. The Hyacinth and the Daffodils in it have stopped flowering but the little Primula is still going.

Sitting inside constantly is giving me too much time to think and it's starting to get me down even though it has not even been a full week yet. Since my brother went home again after lunch, I've done nothing but think how difficult being confined to her chair must have been for my mother. Albeit slowly, at least I can move around on my own when I'm wearing my special boot, whereas eventually she had to rely entirely on me for that. I cannot begin to imagine though how she must have felt being in constant pain, because the little I've experienced has been quite easy to bear, even now when I've stopped taking painkillers.