I'm afraid I'm unable to provide photographic evidence of this, as my hunk o' burnin' love has absconded with my digital camera (something about documenting a construction project), but the "Primrose in Peril" BOBB contest (scroll down to the very bottom of this page for details) has ended today and I am declaring a winner.
After the unfortunate plant's interment in my backyard compost heap, I consulted my folder containing all of the contest entries to determine who came closest to predicting the actual funeral date. Congratulations to Margaret Young, who hit it right on the nose, and who admitted in her January 6 entry: "I've killed primulas myself." Check your e-mail inbox, Margaret. I've just sent you a $15 gift certificate good at Amazon.com. (If you're not in the market for a good inspirational romance novel, perhaps you'd like to choose a book on caring for primulas.)
In related news, last night my husband brought home a lovely azalea in a red pot to brighten up my office. His timely gift was very much appreciated.