Bee Feast
I know some consider the parking at Hoppinpunt, Rhode-St-Genèse an abomination. I understand that view. Even so, I value what it brings. Though I would agree that certain long-term arrivals, such as the permanent camper van, should move on.
It creates a very wide margin. Thorns abound there, and through the year there is always something to observe. Tansy finally stopped flowering a month or so ago and now looks rather tired. It will soon gather itself. Yellow buttons will return, and with the leaves I shall make a fly repellent.
But this post belongs to the Cherry Plum, 𝑃𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎, among the first of the small trees to flower. Today bees of all shapes and sizes were busy in its blossom. The first real nectar feast of the year, served simply in white.
Nearby, 𝑃𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑎, Blackthorn, waits in the wings. Its buds sit tight along bare branches, preparing to break before any leaf is born. Nudiflorum would have suited it well.