A White Blossom Pause

A White Blossom Pause

I curse this plant for its spines especially after hedge cutting and the hidden twigs in the border. However, I am with you, at this time of year it is a delight. It’s just getting into its swing here in Shropshire.

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In April, the Priory blackthorn is a joy.

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It lights up a corner of the meadow,

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and whilst I might curse Prunus spinosa for most of the year, I certainly don’t in spring.

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Why do I curse it?  Because it stabs me, that’s why.  The thorns scratch my arms, stab my fingers and if tiny, difficult-to-get-out bits snap off in my flesh (which they do) they quickly turn septic.  Spiky, spiteful sloe.

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But now, in spring, in Sussex, they are simply, magnificently glorious.

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A weekend walk on the South Downs was amply rewarded by blackthorn’s snowy spectacle.

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And by tea and cake, of course.

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Is the blackthorn show better than in recent years?  I’d say so but what do you think?

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And on that brief note, I’m off!  I’m running away to the seaside for a few days.  I shall paddle in the sea, eat stupid amounts of ice…

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