Prim and proper

How many of us wander down garden paths and walkways and stop in our tracks when we spot a wild primrose or dog’s tooth violet? It reminds us how long it has been since we saw them truly growing wild.
Can anyone reading really remember when last they saw wild cowslips? The sweetly-scented, nodding yellow, and sometimes but rarely, red flowers atop proud stems holding the blooms aloft over the rosette of green foliage beneath. Indeed I can’t remember.