The beautiful hawthorn trees kept speaking to me as I walked down the river path each morning.
They were the first to open their leaves and add spring green to the wintry palette
and when they blossom in May you suddenly realise that summer has arrived (easy to forget if it's as rainy as this one).
The trees line the path and the edges of the playing field with their frothy white flowers
and one morning I got lost in them,
looking up close,
standing under the shadowy canopy, looking up into the branches
and marveling at the sheer amount of flowers.
I love their laden branches dangling low above the path, making you duck as you pass but still managing to brush your face with their wet leaves.
I love the petals that cover the plants below in spots of white
