The first year that we moved here I asked my Dad if he could bring me some of the wild primroses from his garden to plant in mine. Every spring I look forward to seeing their delicate yellow heads gently nodding in the breeze. I feel like I have a little piece of Devon blooming in my garden and it gives me a connection to a county I dearly love and miss. Devon will always be my home.
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