in praise of hawthorn

I like a gnarly old Hawthorn tree. They're a stoic kind of tree, not fussy about position and soil quality at all, seeming to just get on with doing their thing wherever they find themselves growing. Most don't end up being trees at all, just a constantly trimmed piece of a mixed hedgerow environment, so... Continue Reading →

Hawthorn Blossom Time

Always lovely to see the Hawthorn trees coming out in their spectacular blossoming, after a winter of them just showing off their--equally photogenic--twisting and gnarled, skeletal and austere-looking structure during their days of basic survival. This is what they hang on for, with their skewed and precarious looking positions, out in the windiest and harshest... Continue Reading →

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