Yesterday afternoon, enjoying a bit of beautiful sunshine, my breviary I prayed quietly in the small back garden rectory when I saw along the footpath at the edge of the lawn, a beautiful primrose newly hatched and shining in the sun.
Each year, for me, the appearance of the first primroses represents an important moment: it means in effect that winter, in principle, is coming to an end and that spring can not delay.
This is not for nothing that the name of this perennial flower means "first", one of the first flowers to bloom effect in the year, in February, that is to say, well before the arrival of spring. Its name comes from, I think, from the Latin "prima vera" meaning "early spring". It is therefore this name in honor of spring! What I find
Amazingly, this flower, despite the winter, seems not to have suffered from the cold. On the other hand, I am surprised that the first primrose bloomed into a place of passage: a place in the summer, we blithely trampling!
And if this amazing little flower had a message for us? Through the tear in the winter, the resistance to hazards, life, beauty can not be annihilated ... You know
Christian Bobin? This famous writer I am pleased to quote the following excerpt from one of his books, "Resurrecting": "Holiness is anything we imagine. Today I met a group of primroses chatting in the open and making their chatter a prayer that rose to heaven. Their hearts were open to rain, droughts and even tear. Do not choose what comes in their way was perfect to be holy (...) Paradise would be to live a full day as one of the primroses. "
There's also the ineffable appeal of this beloved Verlaine 'Come pluck the primrose of love reborn, shy after winter. Exit this front sorrow, smile yesterday as my affection right. "
Good way to the Resurrection !
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