It’s that time of year again. That special time of year when the cherry tree begins its bridal display. This is what I call it. When they finish their display and the least little bit of wind causes them to shed their petals to whirl and dance.  To shower the street and those who walk it with pink petals and fragrance. In any other time of year it would be snow – white and pure and sparkling.   In the spring though – in the spring the snow is pink.