Love you blossom.

This lovely pink thing resides outside the office in Hereford. I remember as a kid I used to live just up the road from a park that had a load of cherry trees at the entrance and in Spring we'd play with the drifts of petals that had blown on to the pavement.
Found a lovely location on the way home from work where, in a few days, there'll be a stunning avenue of apple blossom. Drove off and two hundred yards later killed a Robin that flew out from a garden too quickly for me to react.
Swings and fucking cunting roundabouts eh? Why is it never a cat that chances its arm? I'd accelerate for those bastards.