hawthorn
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Nature Notes
A Spring of Hares. April weather and the season is on. Celandines that had pinched petals in tight pursed pouts, open to shine, glossy and reflective, back at the sun. In a week, balled fist-buds in a landmark sycamore give up the fight against winter and relax, opening palms of crumpled, damp-handkerchief leaves that tremble […]
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Nature Notes
Full Hawthorn; a Rook’s Wedding. Full hawthorn, and they are carting silage down the lanes. Against a sky blue-black as swallows, the thorn blossom is late and lovely. I love its strange, washday scent; all sweetness and ammonia – though Nan used to say it smelt of death and cat-piss and wouldn’t have it in […]