For me, primroses are one of my childhood memories. At Grandma's, there was a large auricle plant under the Boskop apple, in an old-fashioned brownish yellow. Picking a bunch of cowslips was the biggest thing in spring, I never forget the delicate scent of apricots. Do you feel the same way?

Fortunately, there is the right primrose for every location, from damp meadow dwellers to rock garden gnomes to show auricles in the pot collection. And for our hunter and gatherer hearts there is an unbelievable variety. Take a look ...