Primrose time
The Easter card on the window sill of the house found a resonance deep in the recesses of the memory, not anything religious, but that sense of irrational optimism that filled childhood years; that sense of the springtime of the year bringing days hugely different to those of winter in our country village. There was a momentary sense of something having been lost, and gone forever beyond recovery.
The card radiated a spring brightness; its depiction of spring flowers declaring the return of the light evenings, of trees shrouded in …