It’s hereditary. My kids have the joy of the pink blossom and I’m guessing it’s from me.
The blossom is at its most fun and picturesque stage around here, falling off the trees, colouring the gutters and then flying away. Get out there and enjoy it before it has all vanished like magic dust for another year.
hattydaze 
I emotionally join in the dance!
A lovely photo, I love the love and happiness.
Thank you for linking up
Thank you Darren!