Pretty As A Picture

White petals from the waning spring  blossoms of the plum tree rained down on me as I was weeding around the fruit trees.
Without a wind causing the fall, I looked up to see the barn cat Frick, who had decided to join me in the garden.
He was busy watching out for birds from his precarious perch on the small branches as I scuffed the ground below the branches with my hoe.