Picking primroses
When Patrick, John and Tommy look back on their childhood they will probably tell their children how they used to blog in springtime.
My childhood in Springtime was spent picking primroses.
Or so it seemed.
To this day I love the scent of primroses. That scent can bring me right back. Primroses were reasonably easy to come by. Cowslips were less common, so in a sense cowslips were more prized. But I always preferred primroses because of their heavenly scent.
I was raised on a farm. We picked primroses on the sides of a river in a field at the back of our house. We knew exactly the spots along the river where primroses could be found. I remember little details like where there were overhead trees, primroses had longer stems.
Later when I did geography at school, and learned all about glaciation, I reckoned we had our own U-shaped valley in that back field. Glaciation had come to our farm. The land rose up both sides of the river - the two hills formed a perfect U with a river at the base, just like in our geography book.
Alas our house is there no longer. The roundabout at the exit to Kill North on the N7 sits in its place. It's funny but back then, Kill was a sleepy village with just a main street. With the widening of the N7, it has grown in grandeur! Now the exits on the N7 direct you to Kill 'North' and Kill 'South'. Mind you, one still wouldn't burn many calories walking from Kill 'North' to Kill 'South'.
Although as a child I found my own U shaped valley, I never did find a fjord!
