Early spring brings the blossom – blackthorn, cherry, and other fruit trees. Suddenly, hedges and gardens erupt with scent and blossom, and it’s a sure sign that winter is behind and sunnier days are coming.

One of the great joys of seeing wild fruit trees in bloom is the promise of wild fruit later in the year. What you can see in the photos, are wild plum flowers. The photos in this blog are mine – I’ve recently become acquainted with a camera, so these are very much ‘learner shots’ but enough to give the idea... The flowers are on a wild plum tree that grows beside a cycle path. The cycle path in question used to be a railway line so I wonder if the plum trees (there are three) started life as stones thrown from a train.

The plums themselves are small, and tart, but entirely edible, and picking one when walking past is always a delight. Flowers, as well as being a joy in their own right, speak of the harvest to come, and it’s often helpful to be reminded of good things ahead.



Of course the temptation can be to cut flower-bearing twigs to decorate the home, or the altar, or to take somewhere else as offerings. They’re so alive, so pretty, so joyful after the long gloom of winter. To cut the flowers now is to remove all hope of future fruit, and I think there’s an important lesson to be taken from that. We can’t have everything, and often the most effective way to enjoy something is by leaving it where it is. Take experiences, take photographs, take memories...