Heralds of Spring

These wood anemones are growing in my mother’s garden. I remember when the first one appeared, self-seeded, some 40 years ago. My father was especially happy to see one of his favourite flowers in the garden. 

The next year, we celebrated two of these pretty flower heads - then four, then six… …and now there’s a whole carpet of them flowering each spring, and I am the only one who remembers my father’s love for them.