Primula

The Primrose opens wide in spring;
Her scent is sweet and good:
It smells of every happy thing
In sunny lane and wood.
I have not half the skill to sing
And praise her as I should.
She’s dear to folk throughout the land;
In her is nothing mean:
She freely spreads on every hand
Her petals pale and clean.
And though she’s neither proud nor grand,
She is the Country Queen.
Poem by Cicely Mary Barker

The poem, with the beautifuly illustrated picture of the Primrose Fairy, refers to the wild primrose which we shall see in about a month or so.  I have all the Flower Fairy books and I'm in constant admiration of both the delicate paintings and the beautiful poems.