Three days of sunshine has brought out the blossom.
Streets in town and village gardens have lots of flowering trees at the moment, primarily cherry blossom. But it is the small hedge of blackthorn down the lane which I find heart stopping.
With their stark, dark branches and the frothy heads of glorious, white, delicately scented blossom, they are thrilling. This year is the best I have seen them in the thirty years we have lived here.
The sharply pointed twigs look as if they have been dipped in frothy cream mixed with soap suds:
occasional patches of lime green lichen against the black stems topped off with white foam is mouth watering.
At first they looked like great growths on their legs, except that they looked so large and heavy that they seemed to wobble and be in danger of falling off. It must have taken some energy to carry them.
Spring is finally really here, in all her Glory.
And hopefully there will be a good crop of sloes in the Autumn to make our Christmas sloe gin!!