I went down the magical lane today, to take a look at the hazel catkins.
Look what I found hanging in a hawthorn tree
Strange but true. You’d need to scramble across a ditch and through a stream to get to the tree. Who what why and when? I dunna know. We’ve had problems with ‘empties’ in the lane before, but it was a while ago.
Here are more catkins, sulphurous yellow glowing in the green shadows of the lane. Got to love ‘em.
It is the male flower that hangs around, flashing it’s pollen, look closely in the next shot, the little ruby red blobs are the female flowers