Wherever they touched, pale primroses burst into bloom, their sweet scent melting the remaining frost.
Nearby, excited villagers gathered along the meadow boundaries. They searched the hedgerows eagerly, eyes scanning the green patches. Suddenly, a child pointed to the first cluster of soft yellow blossoms.
Cheers erupted through the crowd. The villagers knew the ancient truth: these first primroses foretold fair, sunny weather and a bountiful autumn harvest. Primrose Meadowlace watched from a dandelion clock, her heart full as hope blossomed across the village.