Not a clue what these little things are, blossom of a kind? Whatever, I thought they were lovely:
Not a clue what these little things are, blossom of a kind? Whatever, I thought they were lovely:
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Hawthorn, surely – May blossom.
Yes, I think you’re right!
Just ask your yokel friend in North Yorkshire.
You are far from a yokel, Margaret!
She is!!
😊😊
Ah-ha! May blossom AKA hawthorn, and while it’s still flowering, you may or may not keep wearing your under garments depending on how you interpret the old saw: ‘ne’er cast a clout till May is out’. I’m definitely hanging on to my vest.
Teehee!!
No idea what they are called, but I agree they are very nice.
Best wishes, Pete.
Hawthorn blossom, I have been told
They are lovely 😀 😀
Thanks, Cee!
They look like Hawthorn flowers to me.
Yep!
When I was a toddler my grandfather used to take me for country walks and we always searched the hedgerows for birds nests. I remember the excitement of seeing the eggs, wanting to pick them up but not being allowed to touch them.
Well done your grandfather!
I was shouting Hawthorn at you, Sue, but somebody got here first 🙂 🙂
😄😄😄😂
Very lovely. Thanks.
Thank you, Elizabeth