🍃Whence Ye Blackthorn Blooms🍃
Upon every winter I do say, “wake me when the Blackthorn blooms. For, I have surely rested enough”
O’er the woods I did go to find the Blackthorns in bloom🍃And there they be, such a magical sight indeed. A welcome sign that spring is truly upon us. Why, these pretty little whitey, cream petals balance delicately against the harsh winter hues.
🍃How magical it be
Upon this rainy day, to see
In bloom, the Blackthorn tree
Oh, but mind who be we
As ye may see
Amongst its branches, a faery
🍃What a delight, as the gentle rain drops settled upon this dear old Blackthorn tree. And, if only for a moment, the atmosphere felt so still and all around looked so ethereal. Twas like a portal to the other worlds was opening up before me🍃
🍃Mind how you go when you see ye old Blackthorn tree, as it’s olden dark twisted thorny branches are sharp and they may go deep, so don’t go messing about around ye Blackthorn tree.
Written by Athey Thompson
Pictures taken by Athey at Moseley Old Hall🍃