My car sat parked out in the driveway beneath the crabapple tree overnight.  When I went out to it the following morning, the blue car was totally covered in bright pink petals.  Actually plastered in pink. It was enough to cause me to laugh out loud, all alone, standing in the driveway.  The sight of this also brought out a sudden, child-like urge to scoop them up and throw handfuls of petals up in the air and over my head.  Resisting that, I gathered a significant amount off the windshield and actually took them to work with me, where I deposited them on the desks of a couple of my coworkers (how could you not share such seasonal joy?)

  Once I started driving, they began to blow away, dots of streaming  fairytale pink flying out from the sides and roof of my car.  It was so celebratory, as if I was riding in the car that says “Just Married” on the back. By the time I arrived at my destination, most of them had gone to the wind.