My tree is a snow maker

Ahh spring. Beautiful cherry blossoms: that can be mistyped as cheery blossoms, and still work. We have several cherry blossom trees in my neighborhood, and not because I feel like it is mine, or anything, but the one right in front of my house is the very bestest indeed.




Until:

The blossoms fall. Then it looks like it snowed. Heavily. Pink snow. Pretty. (Says the teeny girl in me.) Bah! says the person in me who has to sweep it all up.