Decorating with cherry blossoms.

My littlest man and I have made it a tradition to spend our afternoons laying out on the trampoline, waiting for the older boys to come home from school.

Our neighbor’s cherry tree acts as a big canopy over our trampoline. So much so that when the cherries are ripe you can bounce up and pick them right off the tree.
Even though it’s their tree, half the branches hang down in to our yard.

We don’t mind.

In fact, today I took the clippers and trimmed a few low hanging branches off.

Part of me felt like I was doing something naughty.

But I couldn’t resist.

And I put them here…

and here…

and here…

Thank you neighbor for (unofficially) sharing your cherry tree with us.

Spring, I love you.