It's coming. We all know that. Yet the more impatient amongst us cannot resist hurrying it along with a burst of imported, bright-faced primulas.
Still, hidden in the woods and alongside streams, native primroses - and violets - have appeared, reassuring us that we are not
deluding ourselves.
Spring is coming with its wilful moods, and tenderness. The Fence will also come to defy at last the raiders of the Le Ripe flora. Despite the ironic t-shirts.
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