The blossom is late this year and incredibly fecund. In Norfolk last week the hawthorn was in full bloom and like this painting by Olle Olsson-Hagalund gave the trees a wondrous aura. My white weeping cherry is still in full bloom saved from its usual brief existence by it's late arrival and less boisterous winds.
Last night at dusk I stood beneath it while the white cups of petals, entertained the bumble bees with their supper, bejeweled with raindrops from an April shower.
While in Edinburgh the avenues of pink cherry in the meadows are only just peeping through. Spring is a joy.
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