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Carol Kubicki's avatar

What a wonderful rabbit hole you've been down. I learnt so much about hawthorn, I will look at it differently next time. As children we talked about young hawthorn leaves as bread and cheese, apparently relating back to when they wree eaten in times of hardship. We just ate them for fun!

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Jessica Leigh Allen's avatar

Yes, Carol! I read of that nickname for hawthorn leaves. I actually found a lot more on the subject that I would love to share...but I am trying so very hard to stop writing 'too long' essays. Ha!

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Chris M's avatar

Everything here feels magical. I live in SE US. I rarely leave the house, so my forest is the tree's around our house. There are no Hawthorns, so thank you for sharing yours.

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Jessica Leigh Allen's avatar

Thank you, Chris--happy you enjoyed it!

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Sharon Tyers's avatar

Thank you for this. We have two hawthorns in our garden, red and white, they intrigue me as they are so sturdy. I haven’t noticed the death smell but they are very tall and must have been planted many years ago by the previous owners. Thank you for another great article. I will look at them a little more thoughtfully now x

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Jessica Leigh Allen's avatar

Sharon, your comments are always appreciated! Thank you. They are indeed sturdy, aren't they? As for the death smell, I never noticed it until purposefully clipping the flowers this weekend! So happy you enjoyed the essay! ♡

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