We usually see Hawthorn as a hedgerow shrub, regularly controlled and contained by the hedge layer and flail. Or as a manicured and tamed garden feature, like yesterday's Crimson Hawthorn. Out here in the forest though they've no such constraints, and make the most of their freedom, filling the understory with clusters of white flowers, reaching their blooms towards the sky. You notice that through the year everything has it's moment to shine in the forest. Now it's the Hawthorn's time.
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