Down the road there is a house (some people on our street call it Boo Radley's House) with a very big and exceedingly overgrown garden.
Biking back from pre-school, Smaller and I saw that the cherry tree in the front garden Boo's House was being dramatically pruned and there were loads of smalll branches lying on the pavement with hundreds of blossom buds about to burst open.
Me (to bemused tree surgeon chopper man): 'Are those branches being binned? Please could I take one if they are as the buds are just about to open?'
Bemused tree surgeon chopper man (wildly looking round for Beadle style camera and presenter): 'Er, yes. Do you want me to chop them up a bit?'
Me: 'No, they're fine like that. Thank you.' And off we go with branch precariously balanced on bike basket.
And here they are.
And making my sitting room look much better than an hour before.