Blossom on the Thorn

“Scraps of blackthorn blossom fleck my coat,
Another gust of hail, and down they float;
A fine spring this— the earth as cold as stone,
North-easterlies that cut you to the bone.

The primroses have withered, one by one,
The bluebells cower, praying for the sun…”

Felix Dennis

Some sunny Easter Sunday blackthorn blossom as I rambled with my Ricoh today -(and just noticed that the blossom seems to be decorating a cross or two!). With an incoming cold weather front, this poem is spot on

9 Comments on “Blossom on the Thorn

  1. Such wonderful fluffy blossoms …on the thorn! A heavenly image! xoxo
    ps I just learned the difference between Blackthorn and Hawthorn! 😉

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  2. I think the farmer cut the blackthorn back so harshly last autumn that they are still recovering! I usually have it flowering opposite my back garden, but not a sign of any yet! Cornish hedges are usually a riot of white at this time of the year. And that poem is not wrong!

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    • some of our field boundary blackthorns looking threadbare for the same reason but plenty of untouched ones and hence a wealth of blossom around still – and yes the cold is here!

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  3. How fitting this poem is for our current April weather… Last week we were in shorts digging up deep-rooted weeds in the garden, and today we sat out there under the pergola with hot coffee while snowflakes came down like it was winter…

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    • snap! snowflake day today and last week so warm though I did not do shorts as we have a saying here -“cast not a clout till may is out” – ‘clout’ is Yorkshire for clothes and the reference to May is not the month but the may tree aka hawthorn (which follows the blackthorn in blooming)

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