Every Spring we notice from our kitchen window a tree in bloom in the fields behind our house. At the height of flowering the tree looks like there’s been an explosion in the hedgerow, like a blooming mushroom cloud of vegetation. We’ve named it The Explosion Tree.
Every year I wonder what sort of tree it is, then get on with making dinner and forget about it until the next day, and the next day, and then suddenly it’s too late to go and track it down as it’s no longer in flower. Well, thanks to our new, less rushed way of living and the need for a purpose to our walks, we finally made the effort to visit it. Fully expecting it to be quite a bit further than it was (I think the very act of connecting it to a mushroom cloud had made it enormous in my mind) it only took us 20 minutes to navigate the public footpaths to finally come upon this monument of blossom.