Very different from the hawthorns in this region, but beautiful with its double blooms. My Grandmother used to have me walk with her for miles with grocery bags to collect the hawthorn berries from the trees near the highway. (Redhaws, these berries were called.) She made redhaw jelly out of them.
She was a saint. She never learned to drive- had no interest in it. I’d drive her to pick up peat moss and manure for her gardens every year. If I could sit down and have tea with anyone who ever lived, even just once, it would be her.
Pumpkin is impartial. She has never expressed a love for that tree specifically but since we walk by it every day it is part of her joy for sure. And hi Kelly.
Gorgeous Mike!
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That it is. An easy photo. Thanks Holly.
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I wonder what kind of tree that is. The buds at first reminded me of a crepe myrtle, then again, not really.
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In my comments Wally said a Hawthorne tree and a look at google images corroborates this. Wally is a smart guy!
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It’s a beautiful tree, I havent see a Hawthorne before to my knowledge, thank you Mike.
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De nada mi mucho linda amiga, Holly.
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Es mi placer, mi amigo 🙂
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so delicate and beautiful
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Delicate and really tiny too.
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Could it be Hawthorne? Great Photos Mike. Always enjoy your shots.
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I’ll have to google that, and thank you Wally.
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Yes, I believe that it is a Hawthorne. Thanks for the tip.
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So lovely!
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Dainty too.
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A beautiful mystery.
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Solved by Wally in an earlier comment.
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Very different from the hawthorns in this region, but beautiful with its double blooms. My Grandmother used to have me walk with her for miles with grocery bags to collect the hawthorn berries from the trees near the highway. (Redhaws, these berries were called.) She made redhaw jelly out of them.
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That is a very rich memory. My grandmother lived in Brooklyn and we took cabs. Still, she cooked and was very loving. Like yours, perhaps
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She was a saint. She never learned to drive- had no interest in it. I’d drive her to pick up peat moss and manure for her gardens every year. If I could sit down and have tea with anyone who ever lived, even just once, it would be her.
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Lovely. Mine too was a saint. She provided pure never ending love in a childhood that needed it desperately. Without her, who knows where I end up.
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I share those sentiments exactly.
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Don’t know the tree – certainly not the hawthorn that grows wild in UK. But the image is beautiful. And a rose by any other name . . . . Sally
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It’s all new for me. Like I’ve been sleeping for the last half a century, and more.
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Nature’s beauty 👌 Beautiful click, Mike.
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Yes indeed, and thank you.
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I love this; its got an old world feeling to it. a bit Victorian perhaps with the pale blush of pink buds and soft green foliage. Very nice!!!! 🙂
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I could have called it popcorn blossoms. Yes, what a great soft color, the “pale blush of pink”, as my friend Debi says 😉
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smiling 🙂
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A Hawthorn ?! Wow that’s stunning. Does Pumpkin love it too? 😀
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Pumpkin is impartial. She has never expressed a love for that tree specifically but since we walk by it every day it is part of her joy for sure. And hi Kelly.
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Hello Mike and Mikes gorgeous girls 😀
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Gives me a wonderful feeling
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You give me a wonderful feeling!
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Aint spring wonderful! 🙂
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Aye!!
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