The Hawthorn tree half way down the street is in full bloom, absolutely covered in blossom. I haven't got a camera that would do it justice. If all these blossoms set to haws then the whole tree will be bowed down. It is usually stuffed with sparrows and I suspect that they will do very well.
I have a recipe somewhere for a hawthorn liqueur where you stuff a jar full of hawthorn blossoms and then top up with lots and lots of brandy and some sugar. I forget where I saw it, somewhere like Mrs Beeton. It is in the same category as infusing gin with the young leaves of a beech tree. I hadn't really thought about it much but the scent of the hawthorn is so heavy and hanging on the air and drifting into our windows that I am almost tempted. It smells like Ameretto every time I go past. However I shall leave well alone. Enough alcohol comes into this house anyway and I am enjoying seeing the blossoms too much to pick them.
Much nicer than the wild garlic!
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