In it's winter guise it is dark and foreboding and has a deep and bitter fruit but look at it's spring buds and flowers! A delicate, sweet and creamy blossom, the first wild flowers now to be seen on every hedge and ditch.
It's very possible that no one ever notices the magic of the Blackthorn's productions, winter or summer. That doesn't stop the year in, year out high drama of it. The Blackthorn doesn't look for any feedback!
It just keeps on doing what it does, and goes on being what it is, a Blackthorn tree.