One of my favourite authors is Jean Giono whose prose and musings are such poetry and his love of nature, seen by him as a cathedral in which we seek solace but also as a mirror of the cycle of life. Jean Giono writes of the oak that it is impossible to catch the leaves emerging from the tree in the spring - the leaves appear suddenly fully formed to one's great surprise, or so it would seem. The oak is a source of great mystery but I would tend to disagree with Monsieur Giono - I have avidly observed the wild oaks where I live and indeed, have seen the leaves as they make their entrance into the world, VERY slowly. The young oak leaves are edible and a tasty addition to salads.
These white berries are in fact unopened hawthorn flowers. The buds seen from a distance look appetising but closer inspection reveals a cunning trompe l'oeil: the 'berries' are in fact tightly wrapped petals which will eventually open into dainty flowers. I cannot think of any white berries that are edible and of course, red berries tend to be poisonous such as those of the yew.
Photos copyright SvD.