Spring greets my song
Spring greets my song with hawthorn flower and briar.
Rewards my voice with nectar-tinted sun;
The thrum of earth's renewal is my lyre
As thaws begin and waters speed to run.
--- from "The Willow Warbler"
by Sara L Russell
Walking along the edge of a farmer's fields, I was surprised to come across this pair of hawthorn trees. Could they really be hawthorns I thought for I associated the trees with the wet, cool climes of Vancouver Island where I had lived for many years. As it turns out, yes indeed they could be hawthorns for apparently the trees thrive in hot and sunny places as they are drought resistant. In the foreground here are some of my beloved sagebrush and in the background some beautiful red sandstone boulders.
Spring greets my song
Spring greets my song with hawthorn flower and briar.
Rewards my voice with nectar-tinted sun;
The thrum of earth's renewal is my lyre
As thaws begin and waters speed to run.
--- from "The Willow Warbler"
by Sara L Russell
Walking along the edge of a farmer's fields, I was surprised to come across this pair of hawthorn trees. Could they really be hawthorns I thought for I associated the trees with the wet, cool climes of Vancouver Island where I had lived for many years. As it turns out, yes indeed they could be hawthorns for apparently the trees thrive in hot and sunny places as they are drought resistant. In the foreground here are some of my beloved sagebrush and in the background some beautiful red sandstone boulders.