This year the blossom and flowers in the garden have outshone themselves. It must surely be something to do with the wet mild winter, lack of frosts, and early spring.
It is strange the way the blossom springs forth from the sturdy branches and trunk of the tree. Judus is a corruption of Judean where the tree once flourished in the hills. Of course there is a legend associated with this tree that Judas Iscariot hung himself in one, and the blossom is said to be the tree blushing in shame.
Some call it a Love tree, perhaps because of the pretty heart shaped leaves
We are fortunate to have this lovely tree in the garden. When it was just a young sapling, a deer came visiting and rubbed his antlers up and down the trunk. The tree was distressed and died. We cut it down, thinking it was lost, but the next spring it sent up some new shoots. Fifteen years later it is a joy to behold