Because we had 10 cubic yards of mulch delivered to our driveway, I kept my car parked on the curb, under the kwanzan cherry. The lovely tree dumped all of those double blossoms everywhere, and whenever I went anywhere, I had a trail of pink petals blowing behind me down the street. I had the good fortune to pick Livia up from school early, and when people saw my car parked out in front, they either laughed at the spectacular beauty of it or actually thought someone had punked my car. I felt maybe I should have written "Just Married" on the side to make it look appropriate.
The pink snow became so deep at one point I almost broke down and made people take off their shoes before entering the house. (I'm from the South where asking guests to remove their shoes is a huge breach of etiquette. I may be blunt or without class, but I am not rude.) (I mean, I'm not a rude Southerner. I don't need lots of ugly emails from Canada about this. I know in Canada it's rude to leave your shoes on. This is not Canada. We have 4 seasons here.) 
