On February 4, a friend gave me 2 primroses. On Feb. 5, I took a big gamble and planted them. Incredibly the ground was not frozen—as it usually is in early February. I didn’t expect the primroses to survive; their little roots would be vulnerable to the first frost. But they survived our light snowfall last week and although a bit bedraggled, the primroses are alive and well.
As an old person, unlikely to be on this beautiful planet for much longer, I am enjoying our mild winters. This is like a Seattle winter with a bit of sunshine. But what does all this mean???
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