I know not everyone likes them (because some people are insane), but when I moved to Vancouver years ago I was utterly swept away by the riot of cherry blossoms lining streets and filling parks.
They make me smile every time I pass the low-hanging clusters of blossoms. They make me dreamy and wistful and I want to capture the fluffy wonderfulness to keep with me always. Some of them smell lovely, most smell like nothing here. But that’s ok. I still love taking pics of them.