When I do healings every morning under the black cherry tree, there is a shrub right next to the spot that has always seemed a bit plain. I never knew what kind of shrub it was. But this morning, when the sun lit the blooms, I took a closer look. I was amazed at the variation in colour between the new buds and the opening flowers and the strange lovely beauty of the tiny flowers themselves. The whole cluster was smaller than my hand. I looked it up and found that it is called a Red-Berried Elder.