Mother Hawthorn, beloved of the Fay, and revered by man, a treasured repository of folklore. This venerable tree could was easily seed from quite a ways off, its red flush of fecundity shining in contrast to the forest's fading glories. So many berries, man. It's been a bumper year for the Hawthorn, blossom covered in Spring and now laden with fruits, most good sized fruits too, a successful year. And, this Hawthorn is definitely the most striking and one of the most successful I've seen, so far.
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