Bowed by spring rain, illuminated with the glow of green filtered light the blossoms hung with the weight of future fruitings. In the depths of the woodland dots of white sang out from the fresh foliage speaking tales of red clusters to come.
The wild cherry favoured by thrush and blackbird prepares to blend into the canopy, but not before it’s first flush of Japanesy paperwhite flowers dangle just out of reach for a few short days.
