The hawthorn is in flower and mile after mile of country lane have become ribbons of white. At least they are in Lincolnshire. Common it might be but a quick browse of Richard Mabey's 'Flora Britannica’ reveals a venerable history. For instance it, not the month, is the May in the old saying ‘Cast ne’er a clout ere May is out’ (Hawthorn is also known as the May-tree). So, to you and I, 'Don’t take off your warm clothes until the hawthorn has begun to flower'. Like the acanthus leaves that adorn the Doric columns of ancient Greece, hawthorn leaves can be seen carved on church pillars and the faces of Green Men. And what’s more you can eat the leaves, thus the name ‘Bread-and-cheese’ (although having tried some I wouldn’t recommend it unless you are really hungry).

Most importantly of all David Hockney loves to paint them. So much so he calls the week when they are in full bloom 'Action Week'. He also thinks they have arms. I know what I think but will let you decide.